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#like yesterday morning i was super busy doing stuff and i was going to get to the dms later

penvisions · 2 months

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by the grit of sandpaper {chapter 2}

Pairing: Jackson! Joel Miller x Patrol Partner! Reader

Chapter Summary: It goes without saying that your first overnight patrol in years happens to be with Joel Miller. But the conversation doesn't flow easily like it normally does, with your haywire emotions and his unintentional eavesdropping...

Word Count: 7.5k

Warnings: canon typical violence, canon typical language, illusions to past death, illusions to past trauma, blood, hurtful language, town gossip, rumors, negative feelings, pining, unrequited feelings, joel a little daft in this, reader is a little daft in this, heart of gold joel, carpenter joel, woodworking joel, artisan joel, patrol partnership, mild injuries, reader snaps at joel, lots of feelings, slight angst, hurt and comfort, joel miller's hands need their own warning, jealousy, three (3) instances of joel miller gently touching reader, intentional flirting, unintentional flirting, casual intimacy, urges to kiss joel miller get their own warning, protective joel, minor injuries, fluff, this is so unbelievably soft, reader is described as smaller than joel (bc c'mon), reader has a commonly used nickname but no assigned name, joel and reader pov

A/N: i just really got caught up in these two after work yesterday. i hope this chapter reads as well as the first one, i'm super nervous bc i want to keep it soft, but i did say there was slight angst in this! love y'all ♡

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You were minding your own business walking back from the mess hall when you caught wind of the conversation.

It was a hushed thing, between two people right outside of the turn for the main street. Two women standing close to each other. You had been passing them by when your ears caught your nickname. And then your real one.

“Olive? What kind of grown woman willingly goes by such a silly nickname.” One quiet voice uttered.

“Tommy Miller gave it to her, on account of the trees in her backyard. Surprised she even knows what to do with them.” Another one, both of them faintly familiar. While Jackson was small, only a few hundred people, it was easy to recognize them. They were the ones you often heard while helping out with the gardens, offering trade with the owners as you all shared the spoils of your own personal ones tended to in backyards.

You knew you were intent on pulling your own weight to support and protect the town. Having been grateful for stumbling across the safe haven it provided all those years ago now. Partaking in the patrol rotation and helping out with anything around the town. You had made a life here, one that you had always wanted to try and salvage from the wreckage of the world.

But that didn’t stop people from being people. Rumors and gossip spreading as quickly as the virus that forced the world into small communities like this one. You just happened to be the star in the most recent bout, it seems.

“Yeah, but she does bring them to the markets and trade, so she’s not all that daft.”

“She’s going on the overnight patrol. With Joel Miller.” A whispered reveal, as if it was a death sentence, something that couldn’t be spoken at a regular volume lest it manifest into something.

“Hopefully she doesn’t get-“

“He’s so much more capable, they already saddle him with her for two of his mornings shifts.”

“And now they’re putting her with him for one of the most important ones, what are they thinking.”

“She’s a dear, truly, but she’s going to lose it. Just like she did all those years ago.”

“If she’s the only one that comes back…”

“Marsha, hush, you can’t speak that way. He’s capable enough for the both of them.”

Oh, they weren’t just talking about mundane stuff. They were talking about that. Your chest tightened as you realized they didn’t have any faith in your skills, in the risks you took every time you went beyond the gates to ensure their safety.

Turning back the way you came, not able to face walking past the two women huddled close together and talking so casually about the things that kept you up at night and made sleep hard to come by. You walked straight into a broad chest smelling far too familiar. Smelling like Joel. A grunt that sounded way too baritone and way too close sprung into the evening air at the contact much like your wheezing gasp.

“Woah there, sweetheart, where’s the fire?” Large hands skimmed over your back, arms encasing you, and making you feel a little light-headed, righting your balance as you began to waver from the sudden contact. Oh no, not that honeyed drawl, not that voice, not that tender nickname, not him, not now.

Your composure was already slipping, and you didn’t think you could hold on to what little you had left if he were to ask you if you were alright. The need, the want to answer his questions always winning out.

But you couldn’t, not this time.

“I-I’m fine, just forgot- something.”

“Hey.” And you stopped trying to step back. His hands came up from around your arms where he had grabbed you, cradling your face and tilting you to look at him. His features were softened, the wrinkles beside his eyes and in his forehead creased as he looked you over, making sure you were okay. But you weren’t and you didn’t want him to know. Spurred on by the sound of two voices that had caused all this rounding onto the street, you ignored the fluttering of your heart, the way your breath had caught in your throat, the way he had been touching you and fled.

“See you to-tomorrow!” You managed to squeak out as you stepped away from him, avoiding looking at him directly, his arms falling back to his sides. You weren’t sure if he was trying to catch your eyes, not raising them past his chest as you walked around him. His gaze was heavy on you, following you as you took off down the street in a roundabout way to get back to the streets lined with houses.

“Tommy, please.” Your voice was small, an imitation of what it normally sounded like, and Joel stopped in his tracks. He had a bag of things for Maria, for his brother that he had wanted to drop off before retiring for the night. He tried to quiet his breathing, standing as still as a statue in the back part of the hallway of their house, your voice carrying in from the open sliding door that led out to the sunroom.

He had just run into you down by the shops, or more accurately you had run into him. Literally. His mind had blanked at the feel of your body against his own, the soft press of you up against his chest, the feel of your warm breath fanning over the skin of his neck. And not for the first time, he thought of how well you would fit into him. How well his body could wrap around yours.

He had noticed that while around town you were hesitant to let anyone so much as clap a hand over your shoulder. Aside from the children, whose hands you gladly held with kind smiles and whose arms you welcomed around your shoulders with laughter. Tommy and Maria being the only ones he had witnessed you embracing in quick hugs.

He was always so careful with you, not allowing for direct contact to linger. It always made his heart thunder in his ears, and he wasn’t sure if you were okay with it, the casual touching. You never shied away from him, from the skimming of his fingers against your own or the more recent indulgences he had given into with the touch of his hand or the touch of his lips to minor injuries. He wasn’t ashamed to admit it delighted him to see the way your lashes fluttered and the feel of your breath hitching. He was a man after all, and he was one who was a fool for the jittery feelings you stirred in him. Even if he worried for them at the same time.

“Olive, you can’t let their words get to you.” His brother’s voice was calm, assuring you of the worries you shared with the man.

“But they’re right, Tommy!” Your voice rose to the highest volume Joel had ever heard and then wavered to nothing. More hiccups and sniffling sounding through the door. A particularly harsh hiccup sounded, startling him as he realized you were crying. Chest tight, Joel couldn’t even picture it. The thought of tears running down your upset face steeled his heart. He clenched his hands tight over the handle of the bag in his grip as he heard the shuffle of movement. He couldn’t see through the glass for the curtain fluttering in the evening breeze.

Joel was turning on his heel as your sniffles grew into sobs, moving as quietly as he could back through the house. He set the bag atop the kitchen counter and closed the front door behind him as gently as he could to not garner your or his brother’s attention. He had already heard more than he had meant to, the sound of your distressed voice beckoning him to you as he felt the need to console you. To make whatever it was better.

He knew you had been acting off earlier, just moments ago. From your wild eyes to the way you had been so distracted, the stutter to your voice.

But you were a private person, indulging him in his silly, earnest questions while out on patrol. But this?

This was something you definitely would not someone overhearing, and he respected that. He knew all too well the things people kept to themselves, things that were never exposed to the light of day, spoke of in front of others. And he didn’t want to betray the trust you seemed to have in him by hiding behind a curtain while you fell apart in front of someone who already knew of your struggles and ghosts.

He only hoped that one day…you would feel safe enough and comfortable enough with him to help you shoulder their weight. Because he knew not every patrol went smoothly, how could they, when the whole point of them was to keep up with any possible threats.

Once back in his own home, he found Ellie fast asleep on the couch with a movie playing on the modest television and a sketchbook dangling from her fingers. He removed his boots and then his coat, catching a whiff of the scent of you on his clothing. Light, slightly floral, sweet. You must’ve been tending to the garden he knew you kept in your yard earlier that day. Or baking something like you were apt to do.

With a sigh, he turned off the movie and closed the sketchbook to set it atop the table in front of the couch before moving into the kitchen. The slice of pie you had given him the other day was somehow still in the container you had fumbled for. Ellie must’ve known it was from you because she hadn’t said anything or tried to steal it. Knowing Joel liked to enjoy the treats you shared with him in the evenings with a cup of coffee.

So, he did, as he sat in his work room and began to sketch out some simple designs. He would fill your whole kitchen with whatever you wanted if it meant he would never have to encounter your tears again.

“They- they said I’m going to get him killed, that I shouldn’t even be on the no-normal patrol rotation.”

“It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay.” Tommy tried to console you, taking in the situation and your words a best he could. But you had rushed through them, explaining in bits and pieces. You were emotionally charged, worked up, and nearly trembling. You thought you had worked through this, at least enough to be okay on the day-to-day front. But those two women, Marsha and her friend, had taken you back to the wave of everything as if it had just happened.

You were scared. Because they were right, you were dangerous. There was the very real possibility that you could cause harm to Joel, and you didn’t even want to begin to entertain thoughts like that. He…he was good and you didn’t want to be the cause of the man’s downfall. A promise to his brother to fill a spot on patrol spiraling into the current situation and it hadn’t even happened yet. It was supposed to, first thing in the morning.

“No, it’s not, Tommy. Everyone in town thinks I’m going to get him killed. That I got Aiden killed.” The name was foreign falling from your lips after not speaking it for so long. It was something you hadn’t been able to do since that patrol so many years ago now. “I ca-can’t stomach the thought of him getting injured because of me, because I’m not good enough to protect him. He does so much more for this town, he’s important. He deserves someone alongside him that will be a help not a hindrance.”

“You listen to me, and you hear me,” Tommy’s voice was firm, wide eyes focused and mouth a thin line as he spoke to you. Soft undercurrents of assurance in his tone. And you knew what he was about to say. It was always the same thing, the same sentiment, reassurance that it hadn’t been your fault. It had just been the circumstances, the world operating as it tended to do now. Unfairly. “Honey, it wasn’t your fault that those people found you. You cover your tracks well, hey, you do, okay?”

“I had been so focused on him, I didn’t, Tommy I didn’t hear them come up on us. Not their horses, not their footsteps, I didn’t even hear the gunshot until he was falling over.” Footsteps on the wooden floor thudding as you pacing back and forth, arms crossed over your chest and shaking your head in the way that you did when the thoughts got too overwhelming.

“But it wasn’t your fault. It was a messy situation, they happen. Hey, honey, they happen even to the best of us.” Tommy reached for you, standing from the chair he had taken beside you when you arrived in a flurry. Ushering you to the sun room at the back of the first floor, furthest away from the main bedroom upstairs. Maria had been in bed all day, not feeling well and had finally found the peace of sleep after an early dinner. His arms were wrapping around you and you allowed him to pull you into his chest, face pressing into his sweater.

“I should’ve been looking! I should have been more aware…”

“Shh, it’s okay, the patrol is going to go okay.” He rested his chin on the crown of your head and felt your hands tangle in the front of his clothing. “Everything is going to be okay.”

“You, ah, you…been okay?” Joel tried to break the uncharacteristically tense silence in an easy move, with a relatively harmless question. He had been up all night, wondering and worrying about this being the first longer route with you. Not that he didn’t trust in your skills and ability, but that he didn’t trust in the secrecy around why you didn’t do the longer routes. Of the things he overheard in his brother’s house just last night. Tommy had claimed that if he was to know, it had to come from you. That it wasn’t the younger man’s story to tell and Joel was trying to respect that.

And if that hadn’t sent alarm bells to rumble low in his mind, then your behavior this morning would’ve.

You hadn’t been at your house when he went to pick you up, the windows dark and the door locked. He had knocked, thinking maybe you had overslept. He had found you at the stables, cursing at the clasps of the saddle that weren’t cooperating with your ministrations to secure them. The way that you jumped when he cleared his throat and greeted you, wide eyes settling on him and body tense as if having expected someone else. Someone you had to protect yourself against, if the hand flying to your holstered gun was any indication.

Definitely concerning.

The sound of twin sets of hooves the only sound for the last fifteen miles or so. You had been content, or as well as could be considering the circumstances, beside him. Wide-brimmed hat drawn low to shadow over most of your face, body on a constant swivel as you took in the new to you surroundings. The landscape covered in autumnal tones. It was beautiful, the warm reds, oranges, and yellows of the changing trees. But it was also deadly, threats hidden within the lush tree line, just over the rolling hills, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

“Been okay.” Was your short answer, not feeling like you knew how to hold a causal conversation anymore. Not since seeing the man’s craft had cropped up in his brother’s home and the way in which he had denied your part in the idea. That paired with the anxiety of being so far out from the settlement wasn’t sitting well. “You been okay?”

“Yeah, of course. Just busy, you know?”

“You hardly ever take a moment, see you and hear talk of you bouncing around so much. Everyone must really appreciate you willing to help. The skills you have, they mean so much. They allow us a better chance to not just survive, but to live.” You wished he could see it, the way children would stare transfixed as him and Tommy led a team of people through creating things the way that they did. From foundations to frames, tiling roofs and securing windows into place. It meant growth, the ability to rebuild, it meant anticipation of the future beyond just a few days. And he helped to provide that for the settlement with the use of his hands and the skills comprised in his head.

He only hummed in response, as if he was disbelieving of the sentiment behind your words.

And then, of course:

“Is…is there a reason why you don’t do the overnight routes?” It was a cautious one, though you could hear the undertones of concerns that coated his polite curiosity. And undercurrent of worry in his beautiful eyes that had turned amber in the sunlight you caught sight of with a quick glance when he had continued to speak.

But his question was ill timed, everything too raw in you to indulge in it at the moment.

“Joel, that’s none of your business.” You felt the easy smile fade from your face as you turned away from the man. You ignored the inclination to face him, feeling the weight of his eyes watch the way you squared your shoulders. Searching for signs of something you weren’t quite sure of. You were always willing to chat with him, about everyday stuff and the heavier stuff should one of you need to vent or rant. Never talking about it back inside the walls and surrounded by the people you went out to protect. But this?

You couldn’t. It was too much, and you know your voice had turned hard, sharp.

“Shit, I’m sorry- we just, normally you’re okay with my questions. I didn’t mean to overstep a line.”

“Well, you did. Just drop it, okay?”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t-“

“I get it, just, stop please.” Snapping the reigns, you clicked your tongue to get Lowry to pick up the pace of her hooves. Moving ahead, following the path that was slowly coming back to you as the event you tried to block cropped up in your mind piece by piece.

“Okay.”

It was easy, comfortable to be beside him even in uncharted territory and land new to you after so many years. Because despite the rough start to the day, having reached the proverbial fork in the road that would take you farther from Jackson you had been in so long, it was easy to feel like things might just be okay with him mounted on his own horse ahead of you.

Even despite his rather invasive question.

You felt bad for snapping at him, for being too caught up in your own mind to enjoy the time beside him.

He was always so busy around town, but out here on patrol; he was yours.

His attention not being pulled in endless directions of so many who looked to him for help and advice, for his opinion on something or other. He was so willing to take the time and fix, mend, build, repair, anything that people called on him for. He had just been trying to do the same here, now. Ensuring you were okay. Because you knew your behavior wasn’t normal. You had jumped when seeing him this morning in the stables. You hadn’t taken the offered thermos, not wanting the caffeine to make you even more jittery paired with your anxiety and nervousness. And it was silly because you knew he meant well.

He couldn’t have known the question was a landmine.

He couldn’t have known it was the one, seemingly simple question that you were unable to answer him.

He had fallen quiet since you asked him to drop it. And you felt bad. There was tension about him, in his broad shoulders and the grip of his hands on the reigns in front of him. His legs shifting more than normal as the muscles tensed and relaxed in a pattern you couldn’t quite make out. You had bothered him, with your sharp words. And you worried that you had broken some part of what this was.

“Hey, Joel?”

A huff.

“Did you finish all the coffee?”

“No, got your thermos right here.” He patted the bag attached to the saddle. You couldn’t have known he meant that it was truly your thermos. Always nestled between his own and Ellie’s, in the cabinet, in the drying rack next to the sink. Yours, and not just while on patrols.

“May I please have it?” Nerves alight, you chanced a glance. He had to have been lost in his own head, his eyes coming back to the present slowly as he cast them toward you.

“Only because you asked so nicely, sweetheart.” He leaned down to retrieve it, holding it out to you. You were careful not to brush your fingers against his own. Thinking that maybe he hadn’t been too comfortable with the casual touching that seemed to have grown in occurrence, even if he had called on you and pressed his lips to your wounded head. Undeserving of the attention he had deigned to give you, you didn’t want him to think you were doing it on purpose. Trying to impinge on his personal space in such an intimate way.

“You-your from Texas, right?” Of course you were stuttering, nervous to interact with him, to try and bridge the divide you had caused. But you still tried, not wanting to lose the dynamic you two shared, even if you had been in your head. Even if you had no intention of physical contact, you still yearned for the easy conversations you two shared.

“Right.”

“Did you see a big change between the seasons?”

He seemed to deflate, the tension in his body ebbing just as the quick beat of your heart did as he turned to look at you for the first time in hours. Calming, reacting to each other, softening in the wake of what had happened.

The village was just as you remembered, as the horses came up on a hill looking over it. It was small, a collection of long abandoned houses and businesses on the cusp of the national park that once boasted large crowds and endless visitors who came to enjoy the views. The mountains surrounding it were breathtaking, covered in the changes of the season. Looking for all the world a quaint little getaway.

Another hour and you found yourself working silently beside Joel to clear the buildings, searching for anything that could be of use for the town, for its inhabitants.

Another hour and you found yourself stood in the kitchen of a small house, rustling through the cabinets in search of whatever may be hidden within them. With a delighted hum, your fingers wrapped around the soft casing of canvas and you pulled it out from within the depths of the one you had crouched down to inspect. Joel’s jacket hushed as he turned to you at the sound, his eyes watching, ever vigilant and ready to strike sound something be wrong.

But nothing was wrong, you leaned back on your heels as you pulled the object out into the light of your flashlight. It was a canvas pouch, rolled up and secured with leather straps that had seemed to stand the test of time and decay.

“Oh my gosh, Joel!” You looked up at him with a pleased grin, teeth flashing at him as you did so. Giddy with the discovery. You set it down over your thighs and unfastened the straps, rolling out the canvas to reveal beautifully crafted handles nestled into small, slim pockets. His steps were quiet as he moved closer, shining his own flashlight onto the find. With nimble fingers you shut your own off and tucked it into the internal pocket of your dark green jacket, pulling one of the handles carefully from where it rested to reveal a sheathed chef’s knife.

The sheath was a little worse for wear, the plastic cover faded and brittle, but when you removed it, the blade proved to be in pristine condition if a little dull.

“Joel, these knives are so beautiful.” Your words were practically a purr as you checked the others to find them nearly perfect. The whole set. Each blade crafted beautifully with a wavy design of darker metal inlaid into a lighter one, the blunt side fading from dark to light. “These are classic Japanese crafted, perfectly balanced. A bit dull, but with some care and a good sharpening block they would be as good as new.”

“Oh, so you didn’t just dabble in the kitchen then.”

“Hmm?”

“You were a chef, weren’t you?”

“Oh, um, yes. But that doesn’t mean much these days, so I tend to downplay it.” You stood, the pouch rolled back up and secured.

“You let me go on about jarred tomato sauce and cereal.”

“I meant it when I said those were balanced meals, I swear!”

“Uh-huh, sure you did. Entertainin’ me, is what you were doin’.” He was delighting in the friendly banter, no true hurt or dismay in his words if the upturn of his lips on one side was an indication. The smirk allowed for that endearing dimple to appear in the pocket of his right cheek, much like his brother’s.

“Joel, no offense, but hush. Food is food.” You tried to make it seem like you hadn’t meant any harm, because you hadn’t. Food was food, back then and even more so now. It was a way to survive, important and so scarce a necessity these days. The abundance of it within the settlement still something that amazed you. The ingenuity of people to create and cultivate agriculture as a base function of humanity and community.

“I’d bet my left arm you didn’t used to think like that. Back when we had the choice between organic and fresh to mass produced and cheap.”

“Hey! Junk food was important too! You know how many times I had a family sized bag of chips for dinner?”

“No, sweetheart, how many?”

“At least twice a week.” Flicking your hand with two fingers raised up, you couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that sprung up from your chest. Fighting the wide smile threatening to break out on your face at the faux shock he displayed with a hand to his chest and a roll of his eyes.

“Which ones?” His brown eyes glittered in the shine of his flashlight, following your movement toward your bag left atop the couch.

“I was rather fond of sour cream and cheddar.” You could practically taste the tang of the sour cream on your tongue as you made room in your pack for the pouch of knives.

“I was a salt and vinegar man, myself.”

You just pinned him with a teasing look, one eyebrow raised up in question.

“That’s just gross, Joel.”

“And there she is, the food critic I knew you were.”

“Go to sleep, mister judgement. I’ll take the first watch.” You stuck your tongue out at him, waving him away with your hands as you settled on the couch and leaned back into the dusty cushions. His chuckle was the only response as he retreated to the only room in the house, the bed springs creaking as he settled into an equally dusty mattress.

You were already back in the saddle on Lowry and moving when it happened. Joel was adjusting the saddle on his own horse and hadn’t heard the shuffle of the leaves. The tree line was just a few yards away. And a trio of infected had just breached the end of it.

“Joel! On your six!” You shouted, reaching for your shotgun slung over your back. Joel was reaching for his own laid out atop the saddle when the horse whinnied, kicking her front legs out at the infected. He reached for the reigns, quickly trying to console the amped up horse when he was knocked to the ground. Your shot missed, his horse freaking out too much and you worried for Joel on the ground.

Your own horse began to fidget, but you calmed her with soft whispers and a quick pat to her neck.

Rolling away to avoid being trampled on, one of the Infected left caught sight of him at the movement.

You were too busy leaning heavily to the left to get a good aim at the other two as they began to tear into the throat of his horse, cutting off the distressed cries of the creature. Heavy body thudding to the ground, you fired two headshots before searching for Joel. But he was blocked from your view by the downed creature.

Careening your body over the side of your own horse until you were practically hanging from the side of it with your feet secure in the stirrups, you used gravity to aid you in getting a clear view. Your middle burned with the effort as you tried to get vision of the man fighting against the Infected that had him pinned to the ground. When you did, your mouth went dry. The claws of the Infected had managed to rake down one of his cheeks, blood bright. Breathing in, you aimed and fired.

The shrieking of the figure fell silent, and its body went limp.

Grunting, Joel shoved it off of him and scrambled back away from it with a heaving chest. He looked over his shoulder toward you, his eyes nearly black from the adrenaline, his plush lips parted as he tried to get enough air in his lungs. Eyes frantically looking him over, you could see the split in his lip from the distance.

Slinging the shotgun back over your shoulder, you dismounted and rushed to his side. Your hands reached everywhere they could as you tried to sus out any more injuries. The intention to keep them to yourself short lived and fruitless. Joel was just staring at you, no words coming from him, only the sound of his panting breath as he pushed himself up on his arms.

“Are you okay? You didn’t hurt your back when you fell? Kiana didn’t step on you or kick you, did she?”

The questions flowed from you in quick succession, not giving the man a chance to answer any of them as you twisted to take a kerchief from your back pocket and began to dab at his cheek as lightly as you could. He let out a low hiss as the skin throbbed, but he let you do it anyway.

“I’m okay,” He finally croaked, sitting up completely when a few tears spilled from your lash line. One of his hands cradled your face, thumb brushing them away. “It’s okay, sweetheart, you did good.”

Through your tears, you worked at getting the blood cleared from his cheek, moving to focus on his split lip and the drops of blood that had trailed down his chin. He let you, his hand falling from your own face to your shoulder, anchoring him close. When you managed to wipe away what you could you sighed, blinking the tears from your eyes as best you could.

His eyes were so soft when you looked into them, watching. Your breath stalled for the barest of moments as you wondered if he would wear the same open expression right before a kiss. Heat flooded your face as you realized you had dug your other hand into the soft curls at the back of his head to help keep him steady and his eyes dilated at the sound. Your sore body protested as you leaned in impossibly closer, chest brushing against his.

The long travel had magnified the scent of him, cedar and sweat dizzying this close to him and it made you want to bury yourself in his arms. To burrow into him and just stay there, enjoying in the warmth and safety you felt when around him.

His eyes fluttered closed at the gentle press of your lips to the scratch on his cheek, tension leaking out of his own sore muscles at the feel. Nose brushing against his own, you were suddenly overcome with the urge to press your other hand to his chest and press him back to the ground, to straddle his thighs and show him how much he was beginning to mean to you. But that would be far too forward.

Heartbeat tittering, your eyes roved over his face, gauging his reaction to the uncharacteristic display. His face was so handsome, the trimmed scruff dusting his cheeks a mix of silver and gray complimenting the tan of his weathered skin decorated with sparse freckles, a patch vaguely resembling a heart low near his chin. And you fleetingly pressed your lips to it, unable to resist. The muscle in his jaw twitched at the pressure, but he didn’t move otherwise, eyes still closed shut.

Despite the journey from the day before and an overnight stay in an abandoned building, you still smelled faintly of the woody, floral scent. It was stronger due to the tense situation of a few moments ago, lingering in the sweat you had felt bead up along the back of your neck and the small of your back.

He seemed to breathe it in, his inhale catching in his throat when you couldn’t help the temptation of pressing your lips to where his bottom one was split in a chaste kiss, caught up in mingling of your scents and the effect he was having on you being so close.

“There,” You breathed against him, fingers clenching around the curls in your grip, surprised he hadn’t jerked away from the rather inappropriate move. His eyes remained shut, as you leaned back to look over the entirety of his face. You felt a nervous flutter of warmth low in your middle, mirroring the words he had whispered to you in your kitchen just a few days ago. “All better.”

Your body was alight with the feel of his body behind you. His chest bumping into your back on every jaunt of Lowry moving over the terrain. You hadn’t been able to look directly at him, keeping your eyes downcast in embarrassment as you had helped him up from where he had fallen. Your hands small in his as you had done so, but immediately dropping the contact once he had been back up on his feet.

It had been silent for a long pause, no words coming from either of you as he gathered what he could from the saddle of the downed horse and you adjusted your own belongings to make room. Lowry had been rather worked up, deservedly so at seeing her friend and own patrol partner taken out in such a gruesome way. The beginning of the journey back to Jackson started off on foot, you on one side of her and Joel on the other, guiding her back at her own pace.

But somewhere after the first couple of hours, you had begun to drag your feet. The adrenaline of the morning waning and leaving you utterly exhausted. That’s how you found yourself seated in the front of the saddle on your horse, Joel’s firm body behind you. His height, even while seated, allowed for every other breath to rustle the hair atop your head. The wide brimmed hat you donned while on patrol hanging from the front of the saddle so as to not bump him or obstruct his vision.

But he kept his hands to himself, save for when he gripped your hips when the horse tipped your combine gravity on the errant downslope of the route.

“Get some rest,” Joel’s words were a haze as you twisted to wave a parting at him. Safely back within the walls of the settlement and having completed the patrol write up. The loss of a horse something you were sure wouldn’t be overlooked, even in light of how it happened. You could’ve saved her, but had been too slow to find aim. But the only thing on your mind right now was a warm bath to wash away the day and then the comfort of your bed.

“You too, Joel.” You turned back to face forward, feet carrying you slowly even if the desire to be unconscious was a strong pull to pick up the pace toward your home.

“Hey, Olive?” Hesitant, the sound of your nickname was in his voice.

“Yes?” You pivoted once more, taking in the way he was looking at you. Concern in his dark eyes and softening his features. The feel of his lips sparking through you as you lingered on them. But you pushed it down, knowing it was one-sided and would always be so. He didn’t see you like that, couldn’t see you like that with all the attention he got from around town. So many other people to entertain and you were just another.

“You can always talk to me, you know, about anything. I’ll always listen to what you have to say.”

“Yeah,” The denial of you suggesting the cutting board washed over you, deflating you even more so in the late afternoon. “But I wouldn’t want everyone to think we do talk. Seemed pretty keen on hiding it from your brother the other day.”

“That- that wasn’t why I said it was my idea.” His jaw jumped, the muscle clenching and unclenching, his hands mimicking the motion at his sides. A heavy sigh deflated his own chest. “I was…embarrassed because it was the first one I made. It-it wasn’t very good.”

“Joel, everything you make is well done.” You assured even as you turned from him and walked away.

“I’m so glad you came back okay from that long patrol, Joel. We would’ve missed your amazing hands.”

Joel tried his best to tune the woman out, Marsha liked to ramble to him when he called on her to fix things in her house. She was about his age, an appropriate age. Headed the gardens and yearly plantings, helped out in the mess hall, and tried to help Tommy keep up with the holidays in order to make the town feel a little more comforted. But today, her words felt weird. Like a backhanded comment to something he intended to figure out. Because it felt like it was about you rather than just a well-meaning sentiment.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” Joel tried to keep his voice even, tempered. But he could feel tingles of anxiety come to life in his chest.

“Oh, I’m just saying, everyone was rather shocked that you got stuck with Olive for Teton. She hasn’t been on anything other than her two morning routines in, gosh, such a long time n-“ He surged up from where he had been underneath the sink. The steady beading of water from the cracked pipe measuring the tense passage of time as he stood to his full height. The wrench in his hand pressed into his stomach as he placed his hands on his hip and looked directly at the woman who had been hovering over him as he worked. She had been idly peaking potatoes on the counter beside the sink, making sure to stick close to him like she tended to do when he was in her home.

But she had fallen quiet at the direct attention, a flush visible on the tips of her ears and the swell of her cheeks.

“Did you say ‘stuck with Olive’? Because I can assure you, she’s capable enough to not be talked about that way.” His brow furrowed as his lips tugged downward in a frown, unsure where this woman got the gall to sling around talk of you like this. To him, of all people. He wasn’t completely daft, he knew the women around town fawned over him. Both the younger ones like yourself and those closer to his own age and beyond. But he ignored it, because he wasn’t here for that, his heart didn’t soften for just anyone. And the woman in front of him was bad mouthing the one it had without him even realizing.

“I just meant that- since she’s so much younger and doesn’t have as much experience as you-“

“Hold on, lemme stop you right there.” Joel held out a hand, the wrench acting as a barrier between their bodies. “Olive is more than capable of being my partner on patrol. It don’t matter what her experience is compared to my own. And I don’t like the insinuation of her not being anything other than a hardworking person who willingly puts her life on the line for this town.”

“She just- there was an incident a while ago-“

“I don’t care what happened a while ago, she’s good to me now.” Anger flared, tinging his eyes into the deep, dark tone of fresh brewed coffee. His grip around the wrench was pulling the muscles in his hand, causing an ache that was becoming far too familiar a sensation. But he kept his focus on the woman in front of him, the one who had felt like it was okay to talk about you in such a way in his company, to him.

He was always polite, always lending an ear to what the people of the town wanted to say, allowing for easy conversation most of the time, but this was something he wouldn’t allow and the tone of his voice had shifted. It was assertive and left no room for interpretation that he didn’t share the sentiment of the woman in front of him. And then he thought back to the other night before the route in question.

Tommy had been consoling you, telling you to ignore the things people were saying about you, the rumors that had cropped up once your name had been added next to his on the assignment sheet. This woman had apparently been the cause of your tears, the fuel to your already present insecurities flaring and making you close in on yourself. This woman had taken the teasing jokes, sweet laughter, soft smiles, and easy-going conversation typical of time spent with you and stolen it from him. Tainted the air so badly that you had been decidedly not yourself on the last patrol and so wound up that you had snapped at him.

“She’s done nothing to deserve the way you’re speaking about her, and I would like you to apologize.”

“Joel, I- I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would upset you.” Her eyes shifted frantically over his face, realizing that she had offended him with her casual words. “I was saying that-“

“Not to me, to her.” He cut off her words with rough ones of his own. Past the point of caring about being polite and heeding everything the town needed his help with at the moment. All he cared about right now was you, and how you had been singled out as the most recent subject of town gossip. He tried to tamp it and he had gotten fairly good at keeping his frustrations to himself. Ellie being the recipient when she was particularly stubborn and bull headed, but she got that from him too. From traveling with him for as long as it had taken them, their entire journey now allowing for them to explore the softer and kinder parts of themselves within the safety of the settlement.

But right now? Joel felt like he was back outside of them, the need to protect and eradicate any perceived threat strong. Thrumming in him as he felt like what was his was being singled out and targeted.

“But-“

“We clear?”

Marsha squeaked out an affirmative, her hands wringing around each other over her middle. Without a glance toward the open cupboards beneath the sink, Joel gathered his toolbox laid open beside them and his flashlight.

“Need a new pipe, nothing else I can do at the moment. Tommy will be by before nightfall with a replacement.”

He didn’t bid her goodbye as he walked through the front of her house and out the front door. Leaving the shell-shocked woman standing in her kitchen with her heart beating rapidly in her chest at his rather uncharacteristic display of anger.

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thefandomdirtymind · 8 months

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Casual

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OPLA - Vinsmoke Sanji

Part 2

Sanji series : SFW Shiny Offering NSFW The Small Favor - SFW The Mermaid Dream - SFW The Magic of a Kiss

A/N IMPORTANT: I didn't know exactly why but I wanted to write that fun and casual conversation between Sanji and reader remembering their sexy time. But I had to put a little bit of difficulties in it and I hope you will like it. I think to do a second part but I'm not sure yet...

Warning : Mention of a lot of sexual stuff : Oral Man ! and Female ! giving receiving, small bondage, penetration, bruises.

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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The golden light of the sunrise was reflecting in the calm water when Sanji put his feet in the restaurant. Redressing his freshly knotted tie, entering the kitchen like if he wasn’t fifteen minutes late, he suddenly stops on his track. At the instant he saw you, he knew he was screwed.

Not that you looked at him directly, way too busy with the prep for the approaching brunch, neither that you seem mad ,even if your chopped carrots should've been smaller. In fact, he clearly recalled that when he had left your bed this morning, kissing your lips one last time, your naked form reaching for his warmth. You looked quite satisfied and relaxed.

It was not either a sudden burst of love who struck him, even if he always had affection for you, that night was from the start nothing but casual sex.

No, the reason he knew he was himself in deep shit wasn’t either because as he watched you, he could remember every inch of your skin he had feverishly kissed and bite. The problem is if Zeff discovers it. After all, even being his sous chef and prodigy couldn’t help him with the fact that he had fucked all night long his mentor daughter.

" Don’t stay there like if the kitchen was on fire, little eggplant, put on your uniform and start helping " The man himself ordered, busy in his own corner.

Turning your gaze of your carrot to observe Sanji, you smiled.

" Good morning Sanji " You said, your tone letting know nothing of your previous meeting in the dark.

" Good Morning Y/N " He replied, as he put on his white jacket, a thin smile you didn’t quite know, of his lips.

" Did you sleep well, you seem a little bit…tired" You sweetly replied, returning to your carrots.

" Yeah I had a short night…" He confessed, watching you, a warning in his eyes.

" If you would stick to the menu, you wouldn’t be up all night thinking about some recipe I won’t allow in the restaurant and sleep like everybody else. " Zeff declared, lifting the heavy potato sack.

" If we didn’t serve the same stuff everyday that restaurant would be less shitty " The blond retorted, starting to peel the vegetables, his anxiety slowly melting as he returned to his usual fight with the old man.

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It seemed an eternity before you could remove your cooking clothes. Due to the celebration yesterday, many cooks were sick, making your father and the other employers double their shift. Like if you needed it, with the little sleep Sanji and you had. But, as you return to the empty kitchen, already dreaming of the softness of your bed, you notice the blond chef still busy chopping mushrooms.

" What are you doing ? " You couldn’t help yourself to ask, curious as to why he hadn’t headed to his bed for a well deserved night of sleep. " You should go to bed I’m pretty sure those mushroom will still be there tomorrow "

" Well, I kind of have a hard time trying to get out of my head the idea of your dad discovering what I have done to you" He replied unamused, stress and guilt clearly eating him from the inside. " You see I have a sentimental attache to most of my limbs and other parts"

" Sanji, I would never tell him, we have been super discret and if I recall it clearly you aren’t alone in this. I had pretty vivid memories of sucking your dick until you begged me in french to stop " You teased, sitting on the counter.

" Like if you hadn't melted at the minute I put my mouth on you" He mocked, this time his tone almost like his usual confident self. As he abandoned his task to face you. " And I really had to remind you that cute gasp you did when I push my finger on that sweet spot you never reach yourself "

" It’s true it was a great discover, that you proudly celebrate " You conceded showing the hickeys on your clavicle "Maybe you didn’t gasped, but, I heard you a lot moaning and groaning, particularly when I was on top"

" I have no excuse, your vision was magnificent and the feeling was incredible ." He replied " But I still regret the death of my tie "

" It was for a great cause, that orgasm was one of the best I had. It’s a good thing your hand had muffled my scream because I was pretty sure I would have awake all the ship" You laugh, gladly remembering being hang by the hand to the wooden bedpost as Sanji was supported your leg around his hips thrusting in you as his life depended of it. Lucky for both of you, your bedroom was at the far end of the bedrooms corridor with no express neighbor.“ I will buy you a new one since I broke it. Even if it’s, you, who had bring it in bed "

" No need, I have many that look similar. Nobody will notice. But I will have to be careful to not be seen topless for a while. I'm glad your nails are short for cooking, my back looks like I had a fight with a cat over a fish. "

" It’s your fault, my leg was already shaking and you didn’t stop, I was on the edge of passing out ! "You protest laughing. " You deserve the scratch for making me lose my mind."

" It’s an honor I accept gladly “ He proudly said, joining you in your laugh. " I admit that my own orgasm was way better than usual, I remember you moaning quietly in my ear even if I’m not quite sure what you said."

" Sanji, at this point I’m pretty sure I could’ve whispered to you the recipe of an Apple Pie and you would have come. You were so close, trying to keep your control, I still have a faint bruise of your hand on my hip."

" Isn't it when I eat you out during round two that I left that mark ? I had to keep you in place pretty hard, you were rolling your hips and didn’t want to stop moving "He recalls, a huge grin now on his face. " I still can heard you - Please Sanji don’t stop, don’t stop "

"Ha ha ha " You rolled your eyes, still smiling at the memories." Sanji, I think we both really need to sleep, but I had to know...are we okay ? I will not talk to my dad about it, you will not too and we will live with that happy memories without a problem. We are just two friend and coworker who’s during the anniversary of their restaurant decide to casually fucked. Right ? "

" Yes, exactly," He confirmed, cleaning his area.

" Perfect, good night Sanji " You said, kissing his cheeks before jumping off the counter and exiting the kitchen.

" Good night Y/N " The blond replied, watching you go.

Now he knew he was totally screwed. Even though he hadn't truly lied, he was now reassured that your father will never know. He knew that he wasn’t clearly okay with this casual arrangement anymore. He knew at first that it wasn’t the idea of the century but after that night and the sweet way you look at him, always caring for him when nobody seem to, he couldn’t hide the issue anymore, he was slowly falling for you and he already know it, it's will hurt like hell.

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Part two ?

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dizzyjelly · 8 months

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I Like You, You Idiot

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: you and your best friend Dina go out on patrol where she saves you from dying and you feel you’re not enough. Instead of revealing your insecurities to her, you keep quiet. Later that night she takes you to a party and make a drunken confession which has her freaking out the morning after.

Cw: drinking, fighting, shooting, guns, vomiting, very subtle sexual themes

A/n: so sorry guys this was supposed to be out yesterday but I got super busy! Anyways hope you all enjoy!

You were woken up by the sound of someone knocking- no pounding on your door. With a tired groan you stumbled out of bed, paying no attention to how you were dressed in your pajamas. Skimpy shorts and a white tank top that your nipples peaked through because it was fucking winter and terribly cold. Suddenly you were extremely aware of your clothed as you opened the door to see Dina. What was she doing here?

“Dina? W-what do you want?” You ask, crossing your arms to try and cover up a bit.

“Uh- nice pjs” She laughed, “didn’t Maria tell you? We’ve got patrol this morning. Get ready I’ll wait.” She smirked, her eyes traveling the length of your body.

Her gaze lingered in certain spots. Your thighs, your boobs. That kinda stuff.

“Shut the hell up. Come in, it’s cold.” You open the door wider and let her inside.

Dina accepted your offer almost immediately because she was freezing out there. She sat on your couch, already knowing where to go since she’d been at your place countless times before. You’re busy getting dressed upstairs while she waits for you. You come back all nice and ready, getting your backpack on.

Dina lead the way to the stables, greeting the stable boy Jack. He smiled at her, his eyes roaming over her body. It pained you to watch them interact as he had such an obvious crush on her, but she seemed to ignore it. Which you didn’t understand. Anyways, Jack informed her that there was only one horse available for you and Dina. Some kind of horse flu was going around and the others were busy.

She thanked him and got said horse from its stable. You let her get on first, then climbed on the back. At first you’d been hesitant, but after reminding yourself that as her best friend you’d literally cuddled, you wrapped your arms around her waist and held on tight. You interlocked your hands where they met at her stomach, and she lead you guys to the path that would take you to your patrol building. After a little bit you decided to break the silence.

“Why don’t you go out with Jack?” You asked her, genuinely curious.

“Um what?” She laughed, you felt her body shake with her laughter, “what do you even mean?” She asked in return.

“He obviously likes you Dina. I mean who wouldn’t..” You mumbled the last part, hoping she didn’t hear it.

“Oh, well I don’t care. I like somebody else.” She responded confidently.

You couldn’t help it as you felt a bit disappointed. Sure it was good she didn’t fancy Jack, but she liked someone. Was it bad you hoped it was you she liked? You’d been best friends for years now and in all that time you managed to develop a crush on her. Then again, she was so charming and beautiful. Of course you liked her more than a friend! But she’d never know, not for the time being at least.

The two of you arrived at your patrol building, making sure your horse was settled in a comfortable area before going to fill out the patrol form. Dina signed both your names and nothing else since you hadn’t come in contact with anyone, or anything, yet. There was a couch in the area, so you decided to sit. Dina didn’t take long to join you, sitting close to you.

As you sat beside her you began to wonder about who she liked. Your mind went to a few different people, some she’d mentioned and others you just suspected. Dina was quiet too. Why, you weren’t sure. But you didn’t really care, better for you to think. After a few minutes Dina stood and said she had to use the bathroom. You told her to be careful and she told you not to worry. You sat and continued to think in peace, but not for long.

You felt your nerves shoot up as you heard some clattering, and not in the direction Dina had gone. Immediately you stood and took out your gun, glancing around the room for any signs of someone or worse, something. Just as you were about to turn back around, somebody shoved you hard enough to knock your gun from your hands. You yelped as you were now pinned to the ground by a rather large man, who had a baseball bat in his hands.

You struggled underneath him, hoping to get your pocket knife and stab him literally anywhere. But it wad no use, he had been sitting across your torso and trapping your arms all at the same time. So, after realizing you could not save yourself you started to scream and yell for Dina. Just as you were sure this deranged man was going to swing his bat right across your face, he was shot right in the head and fell backwards off of you. You could barely breathe as you scooted away and stood quickly. You gasped as you ran into Dina while backing away, she held you in her arms as your breathing was fast and irregular.

“Are you ok? Y/n?” She asked, her tone laced with concern.

“Yeah, yeah. Thank you.” You had trouble answering since your breathing was so erratic, but you managed.

You nuzzled your face into her neck as your head rested on her shoulder. Her arms wrapped around your back as she kept watch for anyone else who might show up. After you caught your breath the two of you explored to make sure nobody else was coming. Then you sealed off the building so no one else could get in. You were sat on the couch with your head in your hands. It wasn’t the first time Dina had to save your ass, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. Every time something like this happened, you felt terrible.

Like you weren’t good enough. You’d never been an amazing fighter like she was, you were good sure. But that’s it, just good. Meanwhile Dina was fucking phenomenal. Dina pulled away from you with a small smile and motioned for you to go sit on the couch. You did so and spent the duration of your patrol feeling guilty. She hadn’t picked up on your mood change, which was expected since you’d come to be good at hiding it. It was time to leave and you let Dina fill out the patrol notes, after that was done with the two of you got onto the horse and made your way back to Jackson.

Once you returned, Dina got the horse into the stables and had another conversation with Jack. You stood and watched as they conversed, she seemed to be more harsh towards him this time. Not as polite as usual. You wondered if it had something to do with what you said earlier, and it probably did. After she finished speaking to him, she turned around to walk you home. But you were already gone. Your house was really close by so it didn’t take you long to get there. Once you had, you started to get unready from patrol then headed upstairs. You’d just been setting out your things to shower when there was a knock at your door.

With a sigh, you walked downstairs and answered it. And who else would it be, it was Dina of course. Coming by to check on you.

“Hi, I just wanted to see how you’re doing.” She smiled brightly at you.

“Uh, fine. Why?” You chuckled, holding onto the door as you crossed your other arm over your stomach.

“You seemed pretty shaken up and I don’t know- I’m your best friend I can tell when somethings up.” She tilted her head with a shrug.

“Look I’m fine, it’s-“ for a moment you thought about opening up about your insecurities, but you didn’t, “it’s nothing, ok?” you sighed, hoping she won’t continue to pry.

“Well, I don’t believe you, but I’ll leave it alone for now. You wanna go out, do something fun?” Dina asks with a smirk.

“I was going to shower, but maybe after?” You squinted and she nodded.

After that you let her inside and told her to just make herself at home. While she did so you headed back upstairs and into your bathroom. Your clothes and towel were set out on the counter, all nice and ready. You turned on the water and waited while it warmed up, then you got in and did what you usually do. Your shower was shorter than usual since you were trying to rush because Dina wanted to go out. You used a hair dryer so you wouldn’t look like a mess then went into your room to put sneakers on.

Dina smiled as you returned downstairs, all ready to go. She said there was some party going on at one of her friend’s places. It sounded like fun, so you walked beside her as she led the way there. The both of you arrived and as you walked in you watched Dina greet people she knew with hugs and smiles. You always admired how she was so affectionate with her friends like that. She offered to get you drinks and you accepted, making your way to the living room.

Dina returned shortly with your drinks, standing next to you then taking your hand to go and converse with some people she knew. One of them being Ellie, who you knew as well. You weren’t as close to her as Dina was, but you two got along. As you watched the way Dina talked to Ellie, you thought maybe Ellie was who Dina liked. It wasn’t a crazy thought by any means, they had known each other for a long time and there was no doubt that they were close. Maybe you were her best friend, but then what was Ellie?

The party continued and everyone was enjoying themselves, as well as getting rather drunk. You were just tipsy, as you weren’t in the mood for a ragging hangover tomorrow morning. You stood by yourself while you watched as Ellie and Dina shared a joint. There was no denying they looked like more than friends. You sighed as you set your drink down somewhere, then went to the bathroom. You didn’t really have to go so you just washed your hands then stayed there for a few minutes.

Once you exited the restroom, Dina was outside waiting for you. You gave her the best fake smile you could, but she saw right through you. Just like she said earlier, she was your best friend, she knew when something was up.

“What’s on your mind?” She asked, crossing her arms and giving you a smug smile.

“Do you… like Ellie?” you asked, looking at her as you raised your eyebrows in question.

“Ellie?” She burst out laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world, “oh my god, no! I don’t like Ellie..” She sighed.

“Oh, ok.” You chuckled.

“Y/n you are one of the most oblivious people I have ever met. Come here, I have a secret” She giggled, waiting until you leaned closer to hear and her lips were right at the shell of your ear “I like you, you idiot.”

She pulled away with a smile and you were blushing deep as you giggled. You were pretty surprised at her confession, but she was clearly drunk. That didn’t matter though, because she liked you. And she said she liked you. Dina rested her hands on your shoulders as she swayed to the sound of the music. You smiled in admiration as you rested your hands on her waist, biting your lip slightly as you watched her.

Dina seemed to be unable to help herself as she leans her body into yours. You feel her chest press against your own, causing your breath to hitch as your grip on her waist tightened. Slowly, she began to kiss at your neck. You let out a sigh as your head fell back with pleasure, Dina laughed at the effect she had on you. But, you came to your senses. She was drunk, you weren’t as drunk, but you were a couple drinks in.

“Take me home..” She whispers against your neck, her voice was needy and her warm lips were on your neck again in seconds.

“Dina.. no. You’re drunk, come on. I’ll take you home but just to make sure you get there safe.” You sighed as you pushed her away from you, keeping a safe distance.

Dina pouts grumpily and sighs. She mutters an angry fine then leans on you as you walk her home. It’s not exactly easy to deal with a drunk Dina as you’ve come to learn, but you managed. You helped her up to bed, turning away while she changed shamelessly because you were already uncomfortable enough. Finally she’s in bed and of course asking you to join her. You decline, sleeping on the floor instead to avoid anything you might regret in the morning.

The next morning you wake up to the sound of Dina vomiting in her bathroom. With a sigh at your headache, you rush to sit by her side and hold her hair back. You breathe through your mouth as you hold her hair in a makeshift ponytail and rub her back soothingly. She groans, flushing the toilet after she’d done and resting her head on the toilet seat. You grimace at this, lifting her head with your hand.

“Come on Dina, that’s gross.” You look at her as she blinks slowly, eventually just keeping her eyes closed.

“I know, I don’t care. What happened last night?” She asks, rubbing at her eyes.

“Well you drank like a lot, uhh you smoked a joint with Ellie and then I took you home.” You left out the most exciting part of the night, hoping she wouldn’t remember.

“Oh shit, yeah! You thought I liked her, man that was-“ she stopped and her eyes opened wide as her mouth fell agape and she stared at you, “oh my god..” she spoke quietly, her hand coming to cover her mouth.

Obviously, she remembered the secret she shared with you last night. Immediately she stood and walked away from you and into her room, where she started to pace. You followed and watched her as you sat on the edge of her bed.

“Dina, it’s ok, seriously!” You tried to convince her, but she wouldn’t buy it.

“No, no it’s fucking not! I-I ruined everything. We’ve- we’ve just been friends for so long and I care about you so much. My god how am I so stupid, I can’t believe I told you. I’m sorry. I’m just sorry. I don’t wanna lose you and I totally understand if you don’t feel the s-“ her words were cut off as you stood and pressed your lips to hers.

It wasn’t a great kiss, she tasted faintly of her liquor from the night before and a bit sour. Dina sighed into the kiss, her hands coming to rest on the back of your neck. You smiled, your hands coming to rest on her lower back. Your forehead now rested against hers as you let out a small laugh, she was just smiling so big and moved her hands to hold your face.

“That’s so gross, I was just sick.” She chuckles.

“I don’t care. Dina, of course I like you too.” You smiled.

You looked forward to what your relationship would come to next.

#dina woodward #dina woodward x reader #dina x you #dina x y/n #dina x reader #dina x fem reader

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ros3ybabe · 8 months

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Daily Check-in: October 5th, 2023 + Life Update 🎀

I swear I always disappear for a few days, lurk around the tumblr app, and then decide to give a random update. I really need to work on my consistency lol.

Anywho, life has been soooo busy. I've ben packing and preparing for my trip out to see my boyfriend tomorrow, trying to catch up on homework so I'm not super busy while I am with him this weekend, working like crazy because money is a necessity, and just keeping up with the day to day grind.

So, here's a mini update from yesterday, and yes I am still going to try to update while I'm with my man as I will still be doing homework and studying Japanese and what not.

🩷 Academic Achievments Past Few Days -

completed and passed culinary quiz

Turned in my actual spending budget from Septmeber

Finished an investing assignment

Worked on the draft for a research paper literature review thing I have to write for my psychology class (finishing it today!)

presented my mid term presentation in my culinary class and got complimented by the professor/chef

submitted a lactation nutrition chart fie ym nutrition class

completed my pre lab and lab report for tomorrow's anatomy lab

completed quiz chapter 6 for my psychology class

completed practical assignment and module quiz for my fitness for health and sport class

I've been pretty busy with school work. I catch up on a weekly basis, but of course, then more homework is released, and I feel like I get thrown back to square one. College life, yay!

🩷 Personal Acheivements Past Few Days -

kept up with skincare routine

packed for trip

journaled a few times

went to the gym for the first time since February (just walked the treadmill but it's a start!)

kept up with medical appointments

did my laundry yesterday

kept up with my duolingo and busuu streaks

regained motivation for studying Japanese

I feel like I haven't done as much for myself personally but at the same time like I have? I am a bit upset with myself. I have a meeting with my Dietetian Mentor (#1) and in the last 3 weeks since we last spoke, I haven't done anything from what she had asked because I've been so busy. I've had 2 panic attacks, extreme exhaustion, and worked 3 doubles at my job since I last spoke to her. However, I am planning on working on some of her stuff this weekend while I'll have the time, so hopefully she isn't upset and can understand my position? She seems really nice so fingers crossed.

🩷 Academic ToDo For Today -

write up restaurant field trip report for culinary class

weekly meal writing for culinary class

complete my component one for my psychology class

take my lab exam one for anatomy

duolingo + busuu for Japanese

gather my necessary materials for completing the rest of my homework this weekend

🩷 Personal ToDo For Today -

put away clean laundry

wash sheets + pillowcases + towels

take out bedroom + bathroom trash

sweep bedroom really good

scrub toilet and wipe down counter + sink in bathroom

check in to the flight app to get my boarding pass for tomorrow

therapy

meet with RD Mentor #1

morning journal

skincare morning + night

redye the pink in my hair

finish packing tonight

a lot of things to do today to prepare for this weekend. but it will all be worth it once I get to see my boyfriend.

thats all for today!

til next time lovelies 🩷

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Sunday 21st April

What a weekend 🥴

Yesterday was Matt's birthday so I made him breakfast in bed and we went for a lovely walk with Maggie, saw all her friends, had a great time 🥰

I went out and did a big grocery shop for my sister bc she said she had been really struggling with money lately as she's between jobs and will miss April pay cutoff at her new job so won't get paid until the end of May. She's also getting evicted from her house bc she's unable to get a mortgage to buy it, so the landlord is just giving it to her daughter instead which is shitty. So she's having a really tough time so I went and bought her just a load of food she can make meals with and stuff bc she said she had been sending the kids up to their dad's house for dinner bc she didn't have enough food in. Which fucking sucks. So got all that, finished off Matt's birthday cake - coffee & walnut, his fave. And then started on my nephew's cake! Which annoyingly I forgot to take a pic of when it was finished 😭

Matt's birthday card and mug from Maggie arrived

It has a photo from the day we got her, one of the funniest moments of her life when she got stuck between the sofa cushions, and one of them together on the side of a mountain and it says Best Dog Dad. He usually hates stuff like that but he loves it 🤭

Cleaned up the kitchen about 3 times after all the baking, realised it was 5pm and I had 30 mins to get ready, and we went out with Matt's family for dinner. We went to a Vietnamese place and it was so good. His parents were difficult as always but they left after food and we stayed out for a few drinks with his brothers and we had a fun night. He was really happy to have everyone together ❤️

Came home a little tipsy I think around midnight, got up early again this morning to walk Maggie so Matt could have a lie in. Thank god though, he woke up not long after me and offered to do the walk so I did all the housework that didn't get done all week. The house is finally sort of back to normal so I felt much better. Finished off my nephew's cake, and went over to my sister's to see him. We just had a few of his friends round and all the adults sat having a couple of drinks and eating snacks. It was lovely! I was so nervous to give my sister all the food but she took it really well, I tried to frame it as a working from home hamper bc her new job is full time WFH and I said in my experience you realise how fucking hungry you are when you're not out at work distracted by other stuff, but she didn't see all the meat, tins, fruit and veg in the bottoms of the bags so I really hope she isn't offended when she does. I know she's way too proud to ask anyone to help but it's not fair that she has to sacrifice having dinner with her kids. So I wrote her a little card and explained that I know she'd do the same for me. Haven't heard from her yet but she was super happy when I brought the stuff into her garage. Drove home feeling pretty icky (again! Wtf is going on with my body), I was shivering I was so cold and had the heaters blasting in my face the whole drive home and had an awful headache despite chugging water all afternoon. Curled up in my pjs when I got home, had a cup of tea and felt much better. Currently in a hot bath, ready for an early night. Think I'm just run down tbh, it's been a crazy busy few weeks.

Oh also! I got The Photo for the wedding thank you cards! Finally the sun was out and she was smiling and the crown stayed on her head for more than half a second 🙌

So I can order those this week!!

Hope everyone had a lovely weekend 🥰🥰

#personal #needless to say i didnt manage to work out this weekend lol #family #birthdays #cake #baking #Maggie #nic's wedding #personal fitblr

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dreamingdarklyblog · 7 months

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Yesterday

So yesterday things were really hectic and busy, and I didn't think we'd get any time to play. But we managed to steal a bit of time in the early afternoon after he teased me for half the morning, getting me worked up and making my tits bigger.

Anyway... In the afternoon I got to suck him off, which is always really hot for me. Less so for him I think, since you know, we're in different parts of the continent. So it's pretty real for me, but on his end it's probably pretty boring. Came in my mouth and my tits got bigger, which is super hot, highly recommend. But still, probably boring for him. So I was talking a bit ... dirty and trying to make it more exciting for him, might have said a few things I didn't totally mean. Like making me his bimbo slut, stuff like that. But we were left with only like twenty minutes, which he said wasn't enough time for him to enjoy himself, and not enough time to do anything really involved, but neither of us wanted to just pack it in... So we weren't sure what to do.

So then I had some blank spaced, I think he was just reinforcing old triggers and stuff, but I got reaaaally worked up. I still hadn't really cum. ( I mean I did right after one of the blank spaces, but it was one of those not that satisfying things that just make you want more, you know?). Offered to blow him again or something, sorta forgetting it's probably boring for him. I really need to figure out something brief and hot that's good for him you know? My go to would be a blowjob, but it doesn't really work out.

And then he tried to trigger me I think, but he got the trigger mixed up and just insulted me instead ;). So I got a bit annoyed, and then... there was a big blank space, and I woke up rubbing my clit frantically. My tits were also back to normal size >_< which was irritating.

I was sooo close it was nuts, and I couldn't stop. I didn't really try at first. If I hadn't been so horny it might have been a bit panic inducing. When I can't control my body it's a bit of a panic button for me. But I was too horny to notice, and I just kept rubbing and I came.

So I calmed down a bit, but, I still couldn't stop. I kept rubbing. At that point I got a bit frustrated and maybe a little panicky. Told him to stop it, but I mean, I didn't safeword or anything. It wasn't quite really over the line, just, skirting it a bit, you know. And he started to comment that cumming was making me dumber. I hadn't noticed till he said it, maybe cause it had only been once. But soon as he said it I noticed I was kind of foggy, fuzzy, and tried to stop, but I couldn't. Told him to cut it out but it just kept building too fast and I came again >_<. It was even faster than the first one.

At that point I think I was torn cause, I was frustrated and the forced rubbing was freaking me out, and I couldn't decided if I wanted to stop or if I wanted to just stop thinking about it, and I think I asked for my big tits back. Like if you're gonna do this at least gimme them back to play with, right? Was telling him I didn't wanna be dumb, but he showed me where id commented about making me his bimbo >_<. Told him I'd been worked up... Tried to argue but it was so hardto think and I came again >_<. Was so frustrating, it's so just.. irritating, not being able to control my hands.

I kept trying to stop, and he was talking about how good it felt, and I was trying to argue but I came again... I just couldn't stop. Like every time I came it jsut got easier and came faster and I was trying not to panic but soooo fucking horny... I came again >_<

Then he made my tits big and everything got so much fuzzier, and just, hazy, but god they felt so good I just couldn't think. I came like, the second they started to grow >_<. I think maybe two or three times. I don't know, it all blurred together. But he said he had to go then, and made fun of me for having big tits and small brains I htink >_<

And i was just.. floating and playingwith them and rubbing my clit... It felt so fucking good I just.. I dont know

He told me to thank him for making them big and making me dumb and i did i just didn't care anymore cause it felt so good. I came again. And again... I don't know how many times. He was going, and I was supposed to go, I had a thing to get to, but I just didn't want to stop, it was so easy to cuma nd it felt so good, and my tits felt so good, and everything was just perfect and hot and I rubbed and came and came and came...

I finally made myself stop and had to run out the door to get to where i needed to be >_<. But I went back to rubbing like as soon as I got home again, came a few more times before I had to stop >_<

Woke up this morning soooo horny thinking about it and asked him to do it again, but he's still busy. Promised to do it again if I wrote up a post talking about it. So I'm doing that >_<. He made my tits big again, which is sooo nice, but also not the same, so now im pretty much done writing. Just playing with them and waiting for him to be free.

Um... I guess send asks or questions and stuff. Or send him things too. Give me something to do while I wait.

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faegoddessog · 10 months

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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 38/41

Chapter 38: Letters from the Ice

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, talk about masturbation, separation angst,

Series Masterlist

Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes involved here.

Chapter 38: Letters from the Ice

8.25.2020

Hey babe!

So, yay email! Hopefully this will work for us. :) But the internet is SO SLOW. Even with barely anyone here it took 10 min for my email to load. I am told by the winterers that trying to upload a video is all but impossible. But a picture *can* go through. Thank the local deity that we don’t have to super old school it and use carrier penguins! Yay! Well we finally made it to McMurdo. I can’t believe it’s been a whole month since I’ve seen you, well except for the phone calls in Christchurch. It feels like the band aid is really ripped off now. I’m just trying to breathe through it. I hope you are staying busy or at least distracted. I am excited to finally be here after 5 days of delayed flights as is the rest of my group. We’ve taken to calling ourselves a flock. I have no idea why. So I’ve got a room all to myself right now, but we’ll see how many people show up for the mainbody season in October, I may or may not have a roommate. So, there I was trying to get settled and I opened my big suitcase and found the books and the dark chocolate and the candles and the little bottle of essential oil blend. Fuck it smells like you. It made me cry and smile at the same time. Thank you baby. This is a classic pic me in front of the station sign. It looks darker than it was, but we only had 4 hours of sunlight and there was a storm coming. Wow, I thought I'd been through blizzards at home. This was nothing compared to what they got here! I’d send you a photo. But it’s literally just white.

I do have a confession to make. You remember that freakin’ hot phone sex we had during my quarantine? Yeah… um.. I recorded the audio, yup, every time. I’m gonna listen to your amazing voice telling me to touch myself. I think I’ll lube up my butt plug you gave me and push it into my ass imagining it’s you. Fuck I miss you. I miss your body next to mine at night and your cock in me in the morning. I love you Aus, I miss you. All the kisses for you. ~Your Kitten

8/26/20

Kitten!!! I’m so stoked that we still get to keep in touch. Even if only over email. That pic of you in front of the sign feels surreal. I can't even tell it's you with all the layers! The landscape looks so desolate. I’m so glad you found my gifts, that’s just stuff I don’t like to live without, kinda like you. I’m not liking living without you. Although I’m STILL finding post-it notes. You little fiend, putting them in all my clothes. Makes me smile and cry too. I did get some exciting news though. Baz, as you know, has been checking up on me since you left. I really love him, he is such a marvelous soul. Anyway he told me yesterday that we will start rehearsals next week and filming is slated to start up again in mid to late September. Thank God, I gotta have something to focus on other than this empty apartment. I’m just waiting for the rest of the crew to get back in country, then I’ll be too busy to think. Also, I’m gonna talk to your Uncle Roy this week and make sure I can still stay here. Baz says the studio will give me a stipend for the apartment and I’ll just pass that along to him. That reminds me, Kate said she had not seen anything related to us from Marissa’s channel and that she would be willing to have a meeting with her, but she won’t make any guarantees. I have a confession too, I went and developed those couple rolls of film we'd taken. It was so fucking sad that you weren’t there to play with while I waited for them to dry. Anyway, You know how I wasn’t sleeping in our bedroom yet? Well, I put the photos I took of you up all over our bedroom and it finally let me sleep in there alone, although I might’ve cried myself to sleep just a little. When I woke up hard I had those gorgeous pictures of you in that black dress to jerk off to. Fuck you are hot and fuck I miss you so much. Oh my god, just reading that you are fucking your ass with my butt plug has me hard, you are such a naughty Kitten. I might have to keep track of how naughty you are and punish you accordingly when I see you next. I wish you were here to suck this hard cock right now. I think when I finish I’ll stroke myself while looking at those closeups of you and imagine your luscious lips wrapped around me. I’d send you a pic of it, but I’m terrified it could get out somehow. I love you more, I miss you terribly, only 187 more days to go.. Roughly. ~Your Aus

9.20.20

Hello my love, So how’s things? Are you ready? I’m so excited for you to start filming again. You got this babe! I believe in you! (forehead kisses) There were satellite issues again when I tried to call you last night. I’m so sad we keep getting hosed on our phone calls. Soon you’ll be too busy to take a call from me! We are pretty solidly in the groove of our workday, that’s 6 days a week. I’m on the day shift right now and it’s been a bunch of maintenance checks and rebuilds on buildings and answering calls for service. There is a big build that got delayed due to covid, but we will be starting on that pretty soon. The food is surprisingly good. The galley really loves their themes. Taco Tuesday, Asian Nights, Sunday Brunch. The pizza is pretty good too! It’s not a woodfired oven made by the hands of angels good, but when you want pizza, it’ll do. Made a good group of friends, though we are all weird misfits here it seems. Do you remember when people had to talk to each other instead of stare at their phones? It’s like that here, since there isn’t wifi, not that it would work right. It’s amazing how old school it feels, it’s kind of wonderful. Probably sounds like torture to you my shy, introverted darling.

Most of the people here are guys. It’s like 70/30. I’m the only woman in my department, not like that’s new to me. The first day I showed up for work the foreman asked if I was in the wrong place. They tried to give me shit at first until I out-hammered them all in a nailing race. Just a dumb little competition thing. But it stopped them from fucking with me. Yeah, I know my stuff assholes! Lol! Now we are all good. Except for Joe, I do not like Joe. He just rubs me wrong and won’t let the girl thing go. We may have to have a little come-to-Jesus meeting during which I emasculate him with the claw on my purple hammer! The other women I’ve met have also been surprised by the overall disappointing behavior from some of these guys. There is a saying on the ice- “Antarctica: Full of badass women and mediocre men.” This is true. Not all the guys are that way though, some of them are nice and those are the ones that get laid. Yeah, there are a lot of hookups happening and there are free condoms, like, everywhere. No one here is as interesting or as sexy as my man though. Plus, you spoiled me with not having to use condoms. I miss your skin on mine, I miss your lips on mine, I miss your cock in my mouth. Since I don’t have a roommate yet, I think I’ll light your candle, put on the sexy music playlist we used to fuck to and add some of that EO to my wrists. I’m going to suck on my dildo. I’ll start slow just licking the tip, I’ll imagine your hand in my hair and your sky blue eyes watching every flick of my tongue. I’ll make sure my lips are good and wet before I slide it down my throat. And I’ll be fucking myself with my vibrator, the one that's curved. The only thoughts I'll have in my mind are ‘it’s your cock in my mouth, it’s your hand on my pussy, it’s you, it’s you, it’s you’. I’m gonna cum so hard, moaning around your imagined cock in my mouth, I may have to do it twice. God I miss you. Tell me more about how you jerk off to pictures of me, that is so damn hot. I’m just imagining you stroking yourself, playing with the tip a little. Damn. ~Your Slutty Kitty

9/22/20

My bad, bad Kitty, I do not know how you do it, but are you aware of how fucking sexy you are? Even just via email you get me so riled up. How do you take the mere 26 letters of the alphabet and make them into these sexy fucking pictures in my head?! I miss my cock in your mouth too, I miss you laying out on the bed with your legs wide and my head buried between them. I don’t have anything to lick and pretend is your pussy, but I promise I will make up for it when I see you next. Oh lord I gotta go take care of this massively hard co

9/22/20

Hey love, Sorry, I hit send without meaning to! You got me so hot I wasn’t thinking clearly. It didn’t take me long baby, I used that coconut oil from just before you left. The scent totally put me right back there with you on your knees devouring my cock. That reminds me, I need to get that dress dry-cleaned… It’s stopped smelling like you now so… I suppose it’s time. I’m ready- ish, the last 6 months made me feel like all the Elvis sunk into my bones. I’ve been working like a fiend with Baz and Polly and Irene and Erik. They have all commented on how it’s different now, more natural. My day is so full of Elvis again it’s hard to think about anything else. I’m so nervous all over again. I’m waking up at 3 again. I miss you. Not just for the sex baby, but you. You make me better. Please keep trying to call, my PA on set will have my phone when I don’t. I put one of your pics up in my trailer, btw, one of the clothed ones. I kiss my fingers and touch it every time I leave and say hello to it when I come in. People that see me do it still don't know who you are, (Baz and Tom are good secret keepers). That last article with the pics of you and I at the airport really threw them all off. I think Kate told me that the paps were searching the passenger lists for all outgoing planes to Europe that day to see if they could figure out who you were. It's fun to keep them guessing. I totally get the hooking up, happens on set too. People are people. I’m not worried about you Kitten. How’s your demon though… she doin’ ok? Getting out of hand at all… pun intended! Ok, early call in the morning. I love you so much. 160 days +/- ~ton Roi

10.11.20

My darling man, FUCK I am still riding the high from talking to you last week! I can’t believe I caught you in your trailer too! I’m sorry I couldn’t play sexy games back with you because the phone was too public on my end. I loved you telling me how you were stroking yourself though and how you came on your stomach. I went right back to my room, to rub one out. Damn. Luckily my new roommate was at work. She asked me when she moved in why I had a pic of you and me on the wall by my desk. I told her I was in love with you. It was so funny, she sat down on the couch and started talking about you like we were in middle school. ‘ He’s so dreamy and I hear he broke up with his girlfriend and is dating a French woman!’ “was that the only time you met him?” Oh my god, it was all I could do to not laugh in her face. I’m sorry baby, I had to tell her. I hope you aren’t mad! I still don’t think she believes me, even after I showed her pictures of us (appropriately clothed of course). I appreciate you asking after that sexy bitch in my head. She is doing fine, staying on her lead. None of these people would satisfy her anyway. She’s too far gone for you. :) My daily horniness level has chilled out since I’ve not been getting fucked by you on the regular, though there are times! Oh and fun news! I’m going to be setting up a few field camps in a couple weeks, so I won’t be in touch much after halloween -ish. But I WILL be out on the literal ice. Think warm thoughts for me! At least I will get away from Joe! He is still a dick.

~your naughty Kitten (for different reasons)

10/12/20

Kitten, Of course I’m not mad! Once you are back I want the whole world to know that you are mine and I am yours. Also, Kate set up a meeting with your cousin Marissa. I talked to her and got her info when I talked to Uncle Roy. (He still refuses to let me pay him.) Kate was impressed by her and is planning on offering her a paid internship. Love you baby, go conquer that ice! ~Aus

(Please read the following letter with a deep southern accent of yore) Twenty fifth day of October in the year of our Lord two thousand twenty My darling Austin, I pray that this electronic mail finds you healthy and hale. I have been feeling dashed about by the trials and travails of my good work here on the deep continent. We no longer are a sleepy little hamlet of a mere 200 people. Oh no! A veritable influx of learned people hath arrived, swelling our little cold town to over 800! The light has arisen indeed as we currently receive a joyful 15 hours of sunlight each blessed day. My dear roommate Tabitha seems to have accepted the love that exists between us, my dear Austin, since she overheard our delightful conversation on the telephone a scant few days ago. Indeed it seems she has spread our information to the other members of the kitchen staff as one of the good ladies asked me about it the other day as I procured my nourishment. The person in question didn’t know you, but was happy to know I was dating someone, since apparently the rumor had been circulating that I was a person uninterested, sexually that is. The very idea! My darling Austin, I shall be leaving in two days time for my quest on the ice. It will be my pleasure to erect structures providing temporary shelter from which the good men and women of science may illicit new and exciting information about this oft times perplexing world that humanity calls home. And before you query, yes, I must confess my dear Mr. Butler, I have been imbibing in the devil's drink and yes my loins still burn for you. Pray for me, dear man, that I may endure such hardships that may come and be delivered forthwith into your awaiting arms. With all my love and tenderness. Miss Kitten P.S. Sorry about drunk-as-fuck girl up there, she is just being silly. Can’t wait to fuck your brains out again! Love you -She Demon

10/26/20

Kitten, You are so weird. I fucking love it and you. I’m so glad you are mine. Filming is so far so good. I barely have time to think, which is perfect. Also, I was eating a mango in the kitchen last night. You know how you cut the side off and score it then turn it inside out? Well, I decided just to eat it off the rind like that, instead of cut the chunks out. And all of a sudden it was like eating your dripping pussy. I am slightly ashamed to say that I dropped my pants right there and jerked off with the coconut oil. The juice was dripping down my chin and chest and onto my cock. Oh, My. God. It was the best one yet. I’ll have to do it for you (to you?) when you get back. Needless to say, a whole new world has opened up to me. I WILL be buying more mangoes. I may not be able to see one without getting aroused from here on out. I think I’ll go have the other half now…

Good luck doing bang! bang! construction things on the ice! Stay safe and warm. I’ll talk to you when you get back. Forever yours- Austin

10.27.20

Aus- Oh, Mangoes… Damn. Now I fucking want mangoes. Freshies are like currency down here, I haven’t seen a mango though. Just so you know, that last letter was a bet between me and Tabs. We did karaoke that night and I got a little sloshed and started talking in accents. She didn’t think I would do it. Lol! I tried calling you a few min ago, but no answer. I’m leaving in an hour. I’ll email and try to call when I’m back! Oh and come to find out that Joe thought he was flirting with me the whole time, he likes me. Was about to pull my pigtails, I suspect. Boys are so weird. I confronted him and he confessed he was crushing on me pretty hard. I told him about you ( not by name) and that I wasn’t available (plus I would fucking break him). He seems to have backed off and will hopefully treat me like a person. So yay! Growth! Love you tons, Tally ho! Kitten

10/28/20

Darling, It breaks my heart that I missed hearing your voice. I really needed it too. We filmed some gut wrenching stuff this week and I just needed you. I love you, I love you, I love you. Austin 124 +/-

11.22.20

Sweet, sweet man, I love you too! I’m sorry you had a tough week and I wasn’t there for you. I promise after this, I will never be more than a text away from you again. I hope it’s gotten better! I’m going to try calling tonight when I get off work. Thank god I’m back though! We had a crazy, crazy time. We got caught in a freak storm at Amundsen-Scott. We were supposed to be there for like a day to get supplies and such. We ended up there for 5 days! But after that things cleared up, it was amazing. We set up 5 different camps. Everything from simple temporary polar escapes on wooden platforms to actual shelters that will have to stand up for the rest of the season if not longer. One was at a penguin rookery! They were adorable and came right up to us! Miss you love, hopefully we will talk soon! ~Kitten

11/23/20

Babe, Those pictures with you and the penguins are unreal! I can't believe they just walked up to you. It blows my mind that anything can live down there. How are things with Joe? Did he actually change his behavior? I would say ‘do you need me to come down there?’ but I know you got this, my amazing, strong sexy beast of a woman. I hope I can pick up when you call next. Missing hearing your voice broke my heart. ~Aus 98+/- (Why is this taking so damn long! You should be in my arms.)

12.14.20

Dear darling Austin, Thank god we got to talk last week, I was really worried about you. Digging into the pain about your mom… I just wish I was there to hold you tight, like she would’ve been. I know I didn’t know her, but from everything you’ve said, I know I would have adored her. (hugs, hugs and more hugs) I got your package yesterday! I opened it without thinking, thank god all the things in it were wrapped! Except for the mangoes… fuck baby. They are perfectly ripe right now, if a little frozen. I’m gonna go eat some mango pussy. Would you like that? watching me eat pussy….

Did you get my package yet? It might be a bit silly. But you can open it when you get it. :) We have been digging into this new building since I got back. The guys worked on all the steel pieces and I’m lead on the framing team. It’s definitely different from what I’ve been used to doing. But I’m finding that all my skills are actually helpful because I know the pieces that come next, so I don’t let the crew fuck things up for the electricians and plumbers and drywallers that will be coming behind us in the future. I miss you baby, I know we keep saying that to each other, so much that it’s like saying something over and over again and the shape of it feels odd in your mouth all of a sudden. But even though I have made great friends here and am in a routine that pulls me from day to day, it would be perfect if you were here with me. With you on my arm, no one would try to pull my pigtails! Love you with all my heart ~Kitten

12/25/20

Baby Doll, Merry Christmas!! Babe, I did get your package, and I didn’t open in until this morning. Why would you say it’s silly? It’s amazing. You painted this? I am going to take it in and have it framed so I can hang it up. Wow. If you ever wanted to stop doing construction, you could be a professional artist. Tom and Rita have invited a bunch of us up to their place for dinner. I’m about to go get ready but just wanted to tell you that yes, I get it. Saying it gets old, but it doesn't mean we don’t feel it still. Yeah, mom would’ve adored you right back. I fucking miss you. I fucking love you. And holy fuck yes on watching you eat pussy, mango or otherwise.

66 days +/- (can we make time move faster?) ~Your own personal elf- Austin

12.25.20

Dear Austin, Merry Christmas!! I loved your gifts, they are perfect for here! Lip balm and sunscreen and the warmest, silliest socks. That mini humidifier is sitting on my bedside table as we speak! The running gloves for under my big ones are going to be a game changer! Now I can do fiddly bits without my fingers getting cold! Although it’s a ridiculously balmy 25 degrees Celsius out there right now. I don’t even bring my red parka out right now! Today I joined the Antarctic Polar bear club. Yup I plunged into barely above freezing water in my underwear, no not the unicorn ones, I actually had some polar bear ones I brought just for this! I was nothing if not on theme! It was fucking cold. And exhilarating! But I’m not sure I want to do it again. Luckily we went right into the sauna to warm up! Love you ever so much, give Tom and Rita my love! ~Your Xmas Kitten

1/1/21

My sweet Kitten, Thank you for the phone call, oh my god I needed it. I’m feeling so worn out, even though we kinda had this week off and I’ve been just sleeping as much as I can and going to the beach with other cast members, it’s just not the same without my best girl next to me. (that’s you, btw) I wish I had you with me last night to kiss. I did end up kissing Olivia, but it was just a new years eve peck thing, plus it’s not like we’ve not kissed on set. Is that weird for you? I’ve never asked you about it. Love you so much, it hurts. I def need a kiss on my heart. 59 days +/- ~Yours, Austin

1.3.21

Austin, When I see you, you are gonna get all the kisses on every part of you. Real talk babe: where I’d like to be there to remind you what my kisses are like and reap the benefits if you get turned on, kissing on set doesn't bug me, that’s just part of acting. Didn’t Elvis kiss like all the girls in the audience? Super-spreader much? Ha! TBH, I pecked a few people too when we counted down to midnight. How do you feel about that? Wow, that looks super passive aggressive. I’m def not meaning it that way. Just wondering cuz we’ve never talked about it and I don’t think our games with Loki or ‘the guy from Brisbane’ count as talking about it! Now actually making out with someone like not for work (that’s a crazy sentence right there!)… that we’d def have to talk about. I mean… mostly because I would want to be a part of something hot like that. FOMO!!! On a different note, I sang in Icestock last night. It’s the annual McMurdo music festival. There were comedians and skits and mini plays and bands and a chili cook off! I sang a bunch of stuff with some guys, we had to rehearse on our off time but it was super fun! I had my buddy video it. I’m gonna put it on a USB stick and send it to you, just for fun! There is some other stuff on there too, just for you, including my polar plunge! God we needed a party too. The grind was getting to us all. Yeah we have 24 hours of daylight, but I never knew I’d miss the stars so much! We are about to head into Vessel Season, that means extra people in town, mostly Kiwi and US military, to help unload the massive supply ships. From what I understand we will be pulled to help. I love you baby, soon hunny, soon I miss YOUR kisses ~Kitten

1/8/21

My darling love, Happy Elvis’ birthday! He would've been 86. We had a huge birthday cake on set today. I don’t really care about pecks like that, plus you are too French for me to get up in arms about that. I do feel the same way you do about making out. If you are gonna make out with someone, I want to be there too. If it’s a girl, I def want to be there. That would be hot. We filmed a kissing scene today between young Elvis and younger Priscilla. It really made me miss you so much. I definitely channeled our first kiss into the work. Remember, on the couch? This might be weird to say, but no one kisses me like you do. Love and miss you, 52 days +/- ~Aus

1/25/21

Kitten, Honey, I have a confession. We were rehearsing one of the big shows where Elvis goes into the audience and kisses all the girls. I had to talk my own demon out of taking home an extra and fucking her silly. She looked just enough like you and she was staring at me all dreamy eyed when I was on stage. Then I had to kiss all these women in the audience and I was all worked up. I’m sorry babe, know that I didn’t do anything or even talk to her. But we talked about being honest with one another and I feel better with you knowing. No I’m not asking if I can do anything with her, it was just like a perfect storm to turn me on. Honestly I’ve been too exhausted and terrified to really feel horny lately, so it kinda took me by surprise. I’m so sorry if this makes you mad. Know I love you and I’m not gonna do anything to screw up what we have. ~Austin 35 days +/- (I can wait, I swear)

1.26.21

Babe, Love you, not mad. Will respond more when I have time! ~Your best girl

1.31.21

Ok my love, First of all, I’m sorry this took so long to reply to. It’s been so busy here I’ve not had time. Secondly, I’m not mad. You are human, despite your intrusive thoughts to the contrary. Being attracted to people is just a part of being human. It actually feels really good that you were comfy enough to tell me how you are feeling. Thank you for trusting me. I have this ideal thought in my head that I’d want to be cool with a sorta semi-permeable relationship. Like yeah, making out with a women with you would be hot… fuck I think making out with a man with you would blow my fucking mind. (would you be down for that? Kissing a guy?) But I know I’m not cool with either of us just fucking others at will, at least not when we are this far away. How could you reclaim me, or I you, when these miles exist between us? Share someone with you? Sure, but we need to actually sit down and talk about it face to face. When I'm back and we’ve talked and you and I have had our fill of one another, if that girl is game and we get along… I’m down to try it out, baby. If you are even interested in that. There are a few cute Airmen here, but my demon seems to be slumbering. Remember, the less I get the less I want it. It could also be the fucking 10-12 hour days we’ve been putting in! Which is VERY different from fucking 10-12 hours a day. Remember our first 72 hours? Damn that was amazing. I love you baby, now and forever, Your lover- Kitten

2/4/21

Amazing woman of my dreams, How are you so fucking cool, do you know how hard I had to work to get my other gf’s to be cool about kissing on set, let alone talk about sharing a person. This whole thing makes me love you even more. How do I feel about kissing a guy? I think it depends on the guy. But it doesn’t squick me out or anything. Honestly right now, if it meant getting to hold you in my arms, I’d do it and more in a heartbeat. And for the record, I don’t think I could ever ‘get my fill’ of you babe. I love you so much, 25 days +/- (is that fucking real, only 25 days???) Devoted to you- Austin

2.25.21

Babe, Oh my god! I am so done helping unload and reload ships! Give me my fucking hammer and let me pound something! So I have some shitty news. Y’know how, on the phone we were talking about my departure date being end of February and being back with you by March 1st. Well, I got my departure date, it’s not until March 10th, and I can’t move it up. They even offered me a bonus to stay overwinter, but I declined. As cool as it’s been I need to get off the ice and into your arms. So I won't be back on the Gold Coast until March 12th at the earliest. I don’t know if I have to quarantine. I have to arrange for my stuff to be shipped to Greece in that time as well. You say you have to leave for London mid March. I’m freaking out that I might miss you. I’m gonna try to call tomorrow so we can talk about it. Fuck this sucks, Love you so much ~Kitten

#Austin Butler #Austin Butler smut #Austin Butler x reader #Austin Butler fic #Austin butler fanfic #@purejasmine #@slowsweetlove #@richardslady121

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habitual-irony · 11 months

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Kim Sung Kyu “Small Talk” MV: Translating the Small Talk

Below I’ve translated the text that runs across the bottom of the screen when Sunggyu’s chattering at people. The text eventually accelerates to the point of being blurry and illegible but I’ve translated as much as I could decipher.

Daehee Daehee listen I wanna talk I commuted to work today and I took the subway I oh I wasn’t originally gonna take the subway I was gonna take my bike but when I went to ride it I dunno the air had gone out of the wheels oh so I thought oh no this is bad what if I’m late and just took the subway but walking from my house to the subway station takes like 15 minutes but when I was getting this place it definitely said it was next to the station so I went and from the station home speed-walking it takes exactly fourteen minutes and fifty seconds I mean at this rate it’s not next to the station is it some people really have no shame anyway so I took the subway and I dunno maybe because it’s rush hour people...

Xingxing Xingxing listen I wanna talk these days as a hobby I’m learning dance oh I don’t dance well I just shimmy to the beat that’s about it and I’ve been learning for exactly two weeks but the teacher looked at me like I’m really good and said I’ve got talent I could’ve done well as an idol and I’ve got moves so thinking about it when I was little during the holidays right you do the doggy dance in front of the grown-ups so my grandma grandpa aunt auntie cousin’s wife and uncle said stuff like kid when you grow up you’re gonna be a dancer so thinking about it I think I’ve got talent...

Arim what do you think is the meaning of life if you just take things as they come there’s no meaning right I think everybody has to have a dream I think that’s the meaning of life having a dream and fulfilling it and proceeding and in the course of those many experiences you grow and I think that’s where humans finally shed light on human potential so today what should we have for lunch...

Rakhoon Rakhoon I think you’re an impressive person in the morning you’re the first to commute in and you’re the last to leave but about that we’re working like this but why is our paycheck the same everything but our paycheck is going up you know yesterday was payday you know so I thought my paycheck must’ve come in and checked my bank account and like my paycheck wasn’t in there so I wondered if something happened and so I looked again and it had come in and passed right through and back out because my card fee and insurance and maintenance costs and phone bill I mean it just came and went fwooshhwshhhshshhhsh right out again my account’s like a rest stop it just comes and...

Bonus translations:

The young girl’s sticker-filled pink paper is a resignation letter. It says, “I’m quitting the company.”

Some text on the whiteboard:

No self-hate. Let’s insult others!

Making money is hard...

A super busy day!!

Daehee goes to the movies

Korean “small talk” transcriptions below the cut:

Daehee: 대희씨 대희씨 내 말 좀 들어봐요 오늘 출근하는데 지하철 탔거든요 제가 아 원래 지하철을 타려던 건 아니고 자전거를 자고 오려고 했는데 글쎄 타려고 보니까 바퀴에 바람이 빠져있지 뭐예요 아 그래서 이거 큰일이다 여차하면 지각인데 어떡하지 생각하다가 그냥 지하철을 탔거든요 근데 우리집에서 지하철 역까지 또 걸어서 15분을 가야돼요 근데 제가 이 집 구할때 분명히 역세권이라고 해서 갔는데 역에서 빠른걸음으로 집까지 가는데 정확히 십사분 오십초가 걸리더라고요 아니 이러면 역세권이 아닌거 아니예요 사람들이 양심이 없어야지 하려간 그래서 지하철을 탔는데요 아니 글쎄 출근 시간이라 그런지 사람이…

Xingxing: 씽씽씨 씽씽씨 내 말 좀 들어봐요 내가 요즘에 취미로 춤을 배우거든요 아 잘 추진 못해요 그냥 흔들 흔들 박자만 맞추는 정도인데 배운지는 딱 이주일 되었거든요 근데 선생님이 나보고 너무 잘한다는 거예요 소질이 있대요 아이돌 해도 잘했을거라면서 춤선이 타고 났다는거예요 그러고보니까 어렸을때 명절때 있죠 어른들 앞에서 내가 막 개다리 춤을 추잖아요 그럼 할머니 할아버지 고모 이모 당숙모 외삼촌이 넌 커서 춤꾼이 될 놈이라고 그런 말씀을 하셨거든요 그러고보면 소질이 있는 것 같…

Arim: 아림씨는 존재의 이유에 대해 뭐라고 생각하세요 그냥 이렇게 물 흐르듯이 살아가는건 의미가 없잖아요 누구나 꿈을 가져야한다고 생각하거든요 저는 그게 바로 존재의 이유라고 생각해요 꿈을 갖고 실현하는 것 더 나아가서 그 과정 사이에서 다양한 경험을 통해 성장하는 데에 인간은 비로소 인간 자체로서의 가치가 빛을 발한다고 생각해요 그래서 우리 오늘 점심은 뭐 먹을까요 자자 대희씨가 또…

Rakhoon: 락훈씨 락훈씨는요 참 대단한 사람같아요 아침에 제일 먼저 출근해서 제일 늦게 퇴근하잖아요 근데 말이예요 우리가 이렇게 일을 해도 왜 월급은 그대로일까요 우리 월급 빼고 다 오르잖아요 어제 월급날이었잖아요 월급 들어왔겠지 하고 통장을 확인했는데 아 글쎄 월급이 안들어온거 있죠 그래서 이거 무슨 일인가 싶어서 다시 봤더니 들어왔다가 내 통장을 스치고 나간거예요 카드값이랑 보험료랑 관리비랑 전화요금이랑 아니 그냥 들어오자마자 호로를를로로로로 빠져나갔더라고요 내 통장은 경유지 같아요 그냥 들…

#kim sung kyu #kim sunggyu #sunggyu #김성규 #small talk

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dogtiber · 7 months

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hello I am having a dog thought overwhelm today and also a general overwhelm woo please feel free to ignore me I am just working out some feelings

I feel like I haven’t been doing much with Tiber lately just because there’s so much going on rn

my to do list is miles long today too and will be for a while until I work my way through everything I need to do

but I feel BadTM about it. partner has been getting frustrated with us lately because it feels like his separation anxiety has backslid a little

(we let him sleep on the couch with us for a few nights because with Things Going On we were too stressed to deal with getting up/his whining, so we just let him stay with us to prevent it altogether. but now he seems more Upset than usual about being put to bed in his crate. it was likely not the smartest move but when we’re both tired and I’m disabled-exhausted and he’s getting-up-at-1am-for-work-several-days-in-a-row-exhausted we were kind of at the end of our rope for a bit)

but I am so sleepy and so tired right now but it is nearly impossible to catch up on the rest I need with Puppy.

we sent him to daycare on Sunday to give us some time to catch up on house work/get him some dog socialization time, but like even then. we spent the whole time cleaning the house, not resting.

we’re managing but I am becoming Increasingly Distressed about it and it is fine and we will get through it but bleegghggrrrgh

I really want to do more reading/research on dog training and esp on separation anxiety (since that’s our biggest problem with him rn) ((but also ADHD brain is getting overwhelmed and is having trouble focusing on that because there’s SO MANY important things we need to work on him right now too. like recall. oh my god his recall training has been going so bad. well like not *bad* but he is not really getting it at all. and I’m starting to feel like I need to change up our approach…but that requires reading and learning about different ones…which brings us back to…)) but because im so TIRED I just don’t have the brainpower to focus on that.

I think I’m extra emotionally distressed because partner and I had a tense upset moment yesterday. I didn’t really take Tiber out after his morning walk because he was asleep most of the day and wasn’t asking, or even eating or drinking much, too busy sleeping (I assume being tired from daycare the previous day) and when partner went to take him out, Tiber I guess couldn’t hold it and peed by the front door while he was getting his gloves on. which. was my fault for sure. I should have taken him out even if he wasn’t indicating he needed to go. but *I* wanted to nap too. so I just slept while Tiber slept and let us keep napping. and partner, after a long day at work, was extra frustrated and upset.

and it’s fine and we talked through the outburst and cleaned up and made up. but I’m on edge a little after it. just RSD kicking in I think. but still emotionally draining.

and the other day, partner asked if I could spend more time on the dog training at home, and worry less about household chores and that he’d take over more of that responsibility instead but I personally just don’t feel like this is going to be an effective solution?

(a lot of this is because our approaches dog training are…different. he just hasn’t had as much time to do training research because his job is busy, and that plus his prior childhood experiences with raising pets was…I would say less than ideal. his parents’ attitudes towards raising animals were/are. uh. questionable at best if not outright bad. (I constantly want to kidnap their cat she is having such a bad time over there.) so him trying to take over Tiber Time to give me a break and some rest time usually ends up with me involved anyway, because I’m trying to gently nudge him from doing things that might be aversive (gentle stuff, he’s not kicking the dog or anything, but I don’t super love his first line approach being to tug firmly away from things he shouldn’t have instead of trying to call or redirect attention first, for example. obviously sometimes just grabbing him is necessary if there’s a danger but like. if it’s a sock on the ground outside or whatever) or from asking Tiber for too much and not really getting the idea of setting him up for success, or trying to pair a cue without Tiber having learned the behavior first. and none of this is the end of the world but like. I don’t want to have to change a cue because it was poisoned or unteach a bad habit or counter condition something he taught. and maybe this is my control issues coming into play but like I also think it’s important to set Tiber up for as much success as possible.)

((but also like. I’m a little frustrated also that he’d rather change around how our household works than to just. sit down and watch the videos/read the articles I send him.))

((I also get frustrated because sometimes the thing I need help with most is just staying with Tiber while I go downstairs to tidy up or take a shower or whatever. but he wants to go up to the loft to game and I don’t begrudge him this because it’s how he unwinds and also spends time with his brother, but when he does I get limited to upstairs with Tiber and can’t get anything done elsewhere.))

it’s been double hard lately because of Tiber’s vomiting and tummy troubles. vet has him on just his kibble and has allowed some plain boiled chicken for treats while we’re working out what’s up, but that means I can’t give as many options for kongs or longer lasting chews or whatever to keep him busy.

so even if I had “more time” to work with the dog, I can’t dog train all day, and I still have to watch him between sessions so he doesn’t puppy chew the house apart. and I can’t distract and occupy him as well right now without access to high value treats and likis and things. (he won’t really work for his kibble unless he’s *really* hungry and I’m not interested in starving him for the sake of some peace.) me doing chores is not really the problem I just need help watching the dog. and also a nap.

also this has reminded me that we’re out of chicken to boil so I need to get more because we have literally no treats for Tiber in this house rn.

and it’s fine and we’ll see how things go for a while first but I desperately need some quality sleep and rest to be able to actually functionally tackle anything right now and that’s just not happening currently. 🙃

and as my to do list gets longer ADHD brain wants to go more and more off the rails.

and I am just feeling dejected and overwhelmed and like I’m not enough.

bleh. I should get breakfast that’s probably where I should start. and then maybe try to grocery delivery some chicken for Tiber? I’d rather go down to the butcher but tbh I think I’m too tired for that long of a walk rn (even if it’s only 5 mins. I tired.)

I need hand holding and someone to start me on tasks man. girl help my executives are dysfunctioning.

#personal #journal #sorry for the vent #I just needed to process some emotions out loud #but because time zones none of my friends are awake #and partner is at work #and oh my god was this an ADHD rabbit chasing think

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kittyfuckincheshire · 2 months

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💙COLD💙 dabi x reader

You were walking home from picking up some essentials from the corner store by your apartment when you bumped into someone. Oh apologies I was not looking were I was going. Well look what we have here a little lady like yourself shouldn't be walking alone this late at night.well excuse but I can take care of my self and I'm almost home so if you'll excuse me I mist be getting home.hold on there what's the rush? Why don't you stay and keep me and my buddies company for awhile yeah? No thank you I'm good. I don't think you understand it wasn't an offer... The man quirky grabbed you by the wrist but you were faster and kicked him hard in the gut. One of the others ran to tackle you but you dodged and kicked him in the back. Just as the third guy was coming up behind you with a punch a burst of blue flames shot right by you. Hey three against one doesn't seem fair hmm? Huh mind your own business and walk away freak. Hmm no. Another bright blue blast of flames came dying by you. You had barley dodged when they hit the man behind you burning him alive. The other two ran off as quickly as they could.

Thank you...? Dabi. Well then thank you dabi. Aren't you scared? Why would I be you just saved me? I just killed that guy though aren't you scared? No in my point of view you just rid this world of scum that doesn't deserve to walk it I mean come on the second you let him go he would have just gone down a few blocks got more beer and wait for another girfn Hmm true what's your name? Y/n. Well see you around...y/n bye. You finally got back home and put your stuff away. You went to your desk and grabed the folder for your application to the lov. You were supposed to meet some members tomorow to see if you qualify you put the folder in your bag and then head to bed.

(THE NEXT DAY) I guess this place is it it looks sketchey enough to be a villain hideout. Hello? Ah welcome I am to assume you are a new recruit? Yes. Well I'm shigaraki. I'm y/n. Here's my resume you had him the folder you had put in your bag last night. Alright your in on a trial basis will see how this goes. Follow me late introduce you to everyone this is toga and twice,hi I'm y/n, hi were gonna be besties! This is compress and dabi. Dabi? Yes why? Oh I think I met him yesterday he kinda saved me. Hey what are you doing here? She's a.new member we are welcoming here on a trial basis. Hmm. Alright. Toga will give you the tour goodbye. After the tour you went and settled into your new room.

(TIME SKIP) because I'm lazy right now I'm writing this at 1in the morning) you started to fit in of course it took some getting used to but you became great freinds with toga and shots talk and you and dab I had grown close you to were almost always togther on missions even when just chilling Dani was super protective of you and did not like it when you were around others. To say you had a crush on him was a lol bit of an under step at ment you really liked this boy but you thought he only liked you as a friend little did you know Dani was absolutely in love with you. Your personality always drawer him in you always had this somewhat calm deminor that always seemed to put him at ease.

It was late November almost December and the entire hideout was like an icicle you had woken up freezing cold and thirsty so you went to get a glass of water and returned to your room but no matter what you did you could not shake the chill in your room so you put on some sweat pants grabbed your blanket and headed down the hall to probably the only warm place in the whole hideout Dabi's room.You knock on his door no answer so you knock again this time you hear shuffling feet and then he opens the door. What? Oh hi dabi. Y/n what's up? Its cold. Okay? Can I stay here tonight? Why? BECAUSE ITS COLD! So? Uh hello I have a walking heater as a friend I'm going to use that as an advantage to get warm duh. Then yes you may stay the night here but you can't call me a walking heater. But you are one. Do you want stay or not? FINE. Were can I sleep? Well I have one bed so I'm gonna say on the bed. Are you sure. Y/n get in bed. Okay. He crawled in behind you after he turned out the lights. He grabbed you by the waist flipped you over and pulled you to his chest. You slowly began to fall asleep to the warmth radiating of his chest and to his steady breathing. Before you fell asleep you said hey dabi? Yes y/n? I love you goodnight. When you started to slip out of consciences you could have sworn you heard. I love you to y/n. Sleep well.

What do you think?

#dabixreader #mha fanfiction #fanfiction #oneshot #dabi fluff #fluff #mhaxreader #mentions of kidnapping kinda #violence #cute #Kittyfuckincheshire

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ecoamerica · 2 months

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jinkicake · 1 year

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I can’t keep letting these 5”5 men have a chokehold on me, it’s getting unreal bc if I go this con in February and see a rly pretty albedo I will FOLD ON THE DOTTED LINES😭 like I was thinking about how kazuha looks cute but he’s unhinged and I’m like the opposite kinda💀 literally people think I’m the one in charge of the relationship but he’s so sadistic😭 and he’s has HUGE Simon vibes,, cute police and smiley,very good w words, a fugitive, super strong- like they’re a lil too similar💀 my friend pointed out that I do have a type and I can only sigh. Kazuha will smile in your family’s face at a function like he didn’t rearrange your insides like 3 hours before and is gon do it again as soon as y’all leave, Simon will sit at the dinner table laughing w Lucifer and diavolo while he’s making eyes at you like “I am going to send you straight to the celestial realm” they’re both super into bondage, like kazuha will tie your arms behind your back and take you from behind outside. I’ve heard he likes to have sex w nice scenery and I agree he will take you to a cliff for a picnic and you’re like aww romantic but he has rope in his sleeve. Simon would invite you over to study(Bible study) but he doesn’t even let you put your stuff down before he’s pressing you up against the door and feeling you up. Here both definitely sex feinds😭 like it’s a regular Wednesday morning and they’re asking you to bounce on their cock💀kazuha is BOLD bc like he lives on the crux and who’s gunna beat his ass?? Like if he walks back on board w a pretty little thing on his arm all starry eyed, Beidou already knows she’s gunna catch a glimpse of him balls deep😔 fortunately there’s a rule about sharing whatever you bring on board bc it’s her boat💕 (it’s me I am for the streets and Beidou is so damn fine, ik she has a custom jade strap, she wields a claymore she could hold me up w one arm) she doesn’t look the least bit surprised to see kazuha bending you over in the captains quarters. And he don’t look like he’s been caught w his pants down😒 “I see you’ve been busy” “you were taking too long for my liking, I was just keeping them nice and warm for you” and it’s like ooohhhhhh y’all planned that💀 someone sent this to me and said it was kazuha

Like this would be him😭 rocks your world but he goes where the wind takes him so he’s out the next week. But I’m build differently I’ll prove myself by out fucking him to when he taps out he can get some sleep, and by the time he has to depart Inazuma he has to take me w him bc I have him under my thumb🥰🥰

no literally... how many times must we have this conversation! theyre 5'5!!!! guys under six foot are friends (not xiao tho)! one day i'll help you overcome this, i promise!

but also folding bc of albedo is so reasonable i understand it like idk what i would do if i actually saw one of these kaeyas out in real life... i would act like a complete and utter fool,,, begging for an ounce of kock or koochie loooool

now that youve brought it up.... we need more rough kazuha smut in this world! he is written so delicately and to be such a sweetheart but like where is fierce and crazy kazuha huh? where is he!!!!

naurrrr see if i were at a table w lucifer, simeon, AND diavolo... i would take lucifer and simeon to another room. diavolo can watch i guess smhhhhhh im inviting everyone!

dont- no beidou- im gonna go feral like that woman is so..... im drooling ugh i need her bad! oooh but a kazuha and beidou threesome now wait a min i really like the trust between them! that would be good-

NO THAT TWEET COULD ALSO BE ALBEDO TOO LIKEEEE THAT FANART I SENT YOU YESTERDAY... you can't tell me he wouldnt hit and then dip the next day and ghost you for life.... but back to kazuha i would cry if he ghosted me like that would hurt real badly huh

you just gotta follow kazuha w the wind... get a glider... kekeke that's how you keep him

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mamabearwonders · 9 months

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It's wackadoodle time. So my little fast food restaurant workplace has cups that say H2O with waves on the side yet we're no longer allowed to give out free water cups. Despite us being in an emergency heat wave yesterday like they can't lift that for one day? Dehydration can kill you fast especially in a heat wave.

On top of this. I caught word that there are these homeless folks or down on their luck folks that come in the morning and dig through the trash for a meal. I told my coworker and she agreed if I see someone that hungry I will pay for it. I'm in debt right now and I would gladly do it.

Managers can't give them a free $10 chicken bowl and a drink like soda pop? I mean if you really want to be cheap you could give them a bowl of rice, chips and a pop for under $5 or you could give them a veggie bowl for $8, but they need protein and stuff so like extra $2.

Whatever it is I can't do math. You're a million-dollar company. $10 is not going to hurt your wallet. I mean we comp things like giveaway free stuff to like rude people I mean my managers have told me that we can turn away rude customers but it's just an example.

Yes a company shouldn't be obligated to you know give away free stuff I get there still a business. But in the long run I don't think a $10 meal for free is really going to harm them that much.

It just doesn't make any sense. You could at least give them like chips and a soda so that's about $4 if I am thinking correctly maybe inflation has changed things here chips are like a dollar 80 and like a small drink is like $2.

I keep change on me in case there are homeless folks on the train that are getting harassed by police because they don't have a ticket because guess what they're homeless. Cops going to come and go here but sometimes when they are here they love just making homeless people's lives harder.

They don't bother anybody. They're just trying to sleep or eat or you know just get a little pease off of the streets and some of them are in abuse situations some are not homeless. Some like to ride the train just get a little bit of comfort. Away from their situations.

I give snacks when I can but I'm like super broke right now. Sometimes even drinks. If I have to keep spare dollar bills in my pocket to get them like chips and a soda pop you bet yourself I will.

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seancamerons · 8 months

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Under the cut. ✍📝😊

“You’re so unfair grounding me two days before Christmas.”

“You’re lucky to be allowed to hang with the adults, you also can’t nap because Auntie Em is probably not gonna be able to help.”

“You’re so lucky you can drink.” Kat muttered.

Emma joked plainly to Kat, “Be careful what you wish for, kid.”

“So Kat you will be a good host and help your mom.”

“Yes m’am.” She rolled her eyes. “Can I get a few bucks sugamomma for lunch?”

Manny pulled out a five and a ten, “You can get yourself something from The Dot. As far as moms go, you can do worse.” Manny was in a good mood or she was trying to be and masking by immating the wives she sees on the shows she watches, very June Cleaver as she fried the bacon on the griddle for everyone. “ Also you’re very lucky Santa is coming after the stuff you pulled at school the parties, the sneaking out, you can forget about Disney World Senior Trip you keep it up, or university?”

“Ugh! Mom please, you can be so ugh!” She took off her sunglasses to show she ‘means’ business or wants to be tough. Kat is far from a morning person and Manny experiences this on a daily basis the back and forth. If mom says no ask dad, they both say no ask Joey, if all three are united on no she calls her rich auntie Em and of course it’s always a yes. Emma sees it from Manny’s perspective and her own and suddenly it seems kind of fucked. “I don’t care, what’s the point? Go to college be trillions in debt, whoo hoo. It’s all a joke. Neither of your guys went to university.”

“Honey, we did, maybe not your aunt no offense.”

“None taken.”

“We saved up, your father and I, we didn’t go right away but you have an amazing opportunity. Your dad and I, Aunt Em, we didn’t go to a four year university, and your lovely aunt Emma didn’t put your college fund together and gift you money for you to throw away your potential and your future.”

She drank some coffee picking at her poptart unphased and sounding like a spoiled brat with little to no opinions or cares. She proceeded to get super cultural maybe she was trying to paint a picture for Emma and be generally rude, “Paul said that college is a trap and a money grab for the rich elite.”

“Who is to say Paul’s sticking around?" Manny questioned shaking her head and adding, "you’re going to college end of story."

“Why are you so unfair mom? Why must you have to rain on my parade all the time?”

“Guys, I have a headache. Keep it down to a dull roar.” Emma groaned and moaned as she got up and rummaged through the fridge and got a bottle of water out and something to snack on as Manny was prepping things in the kitchen. “Oh and Kat?”

“What, Auntie Em?”

“Did you tell your mom how disrespectful you were to me yesterday when all I asked was where you were planning on going dressed like your mom at that rave circa 2003?”

Manny was shocked and a little bit humiliated, “Emma!”

“Mom! Why am I just finding that out, you held out on me? You were a raver mom? I can get used to Auntie Em, who I suddenly forgive now.” She clinked Emma’s coffee mug with her own.

“Emma! Why?” Manny widened her eyes and was still recovering from that humbling moment, still humiliated by that revelation and her daughters reaction. “Not another word about my life before you were around. A very long eighteen years ago. You weren’t even a glimmer in my eye. Your father was not even supposed to be there.”

“You peeled off early with Kat’s father, and I walked in on you two making kissyfaces in my twin bed because you left me there if I remember that night correctly.”

“Em, must you? Now go sleep it off. I'm having a very serious conversation with my very impressionable teenaged daughter. I don’t want to remember that. We almost stopped being friends over that. Ugh, no.” And turned to Kat, “Please don’t make the same mistakes I made in fashion.”

Emma was about to retire herself from the conversation at Manny’s request and left them with, “Manny for the record I hope you’ll always remember thongs go inside the jeans.” In a sing-song voice, she bid them goodbye for now, “I’ll be outside.” With her, she took her hot coffee that finally finished percolating in the Keurig.

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timeoverload · 8 months

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I didn't have much to say yesterday because it was boring and I was tired. It takes me hours to write my posts and my brain was fried. I think it's kind of sad that it takes me that long but sometimes it's difficult for me to collect my thoughts. I also have been feeling like I'm not that interesting and I don't want to be depressing.

I have been trying to maintain a positive attitude but it has felt impossible today. I don't know if I forgot to take my lamotrigine last night or if it's the weather bothering me. I'm feeling so gloomy and inadequate. I don't feel good. I'm overwhelmed by my mountain of responsibilities. I can't get anything done.

I didn't have the best day at work. It was really busy so I couldn't leave when I got done with eye cases at 3:30. Several people were gone today so that didn't help.

It's sterile processing week and it used to be a big deal but it feels like we aren't appreciated anymore because no one outside of our department said anything. I don't want gifts or anything but it would be nice if someone noticed us. We are the "heart" of the hospital and there's literally a sign on our door that says that. It seems like our contributions are ignored by upper management a lot of the time now but I'm not surprised. The nurses and surgical techs get a lot more attention during their appreciation weeks. I'm not trying to sound bitter but it does make me a little sad because things used to be so different and we all work very hard. Seeing things change is just tough sometimes and I will get over it. I know I won't be there forever so it's not necessary for me to get that upset about it.

I'm getting really tired of working with the morning team lead. He is driving me nuts. He thinks he knows everything and everyone else is wrong. He is generally nice to me but some of the things he says bother me. He was in a bad mood this morning and he was complaining about his girlfriend to me. He told me he hates women sometimes because we're all dramatic animals. I don't think he really thought about what he was saying until he could tell that I was offended. It seems like he doesn't have a lot of respect for people from different cultures or women and it pisses me off. He also loves to talk about politics and religion with me first thing in the morning and I hate it so much. He tries to talk about guns with me even though I told him I don't like them. We don't agree on everything but I try to keep my opinions to myself because I don't feel like having a debate with him. I've realized that I'm not good at having those kinds of conversations anyway so I don't even try anymore because I get frustrated. I know there are a lot of bad things going on in the world right now and it breaks my heart. I just don't want to talk about war and death while I'm working because it makes me so depressed. He also gets so upset about things that aren't worth getting mad about and it stresses me out. I have been trying to teach him how to do my job too but he won't listen to me even though it's important that he learns how to do it. It's difficult working alone with him for 2 or 3 hours every day.

I also got super uncomfortable later in the day. 2 of my co-workers are dating and they have been fighting a lot. They aren't open about their relationship but everyone can tell there's something going on. I can tell they don't have a healthy relationship. They have to work next to each other most of the time and follow each other around. I'm not sure what they were fighting about but they were both acting very aggressive. They were slamming stuff around and she was having a panic attack half of the day. I don't care if people are dating because that's none of my business. I just don't want to be around people who act like that because it's immature and unnecessary. It makes it hard for me to focus when I can feel the tension in the air.

I was putting instruments away in the operating room after eye cases were done and I just started crying. I couldn't control myself so I'm glad no one saw that. I am beyond burned out. I don't want to think about work anymore. I'm glad I don't have to for a couple days.

Maxwell, I'm not sure what is going on with you. I have gotten some mixed messages from you so I don't know what to say or how to react. I don't know if you are mad at me or not. It's confusing.

I'm sorry if I offended you but I'm not sure what I did wrong and I'm trying to figure it out. Are you mad because I posted that picture of the mushroom girl earrings? That was supposed to be a reference to something that you had posted a while back. I wasn't sure if you would get it or not. I just took it down. I will avoid posting anything like that from now on. I'm not trying to make you feel insecure. I am bi but I have no interest in being with a woman ever again because you are the only person I want to be with. I just want to clarify that I haven't been in a relationship with a girl since high school and it ended very badly. I'm not going to talk about that right now. I also think rainbows are pretty so I'm sorry if you think that means something else.

If that isn't the issue then I'm not sure what is. I wish you could tell me what the problem is so I could possibly explain myself. I have been trying to post a lot more because I thought that made you happy. It makes me happy when you post a lot of stuff. I have mostly been trying to make you laugh because I know you have been sad lately. Maybe I'm not funny all the time but I have been trying to post more happy things. I'm sorry if I posted something that you don't like.

I am planning on asking you out on Tuesday and I thought I told you that but maybe I didn't. I'm having a tough time remembering things. I still feel really stupid because I've been waiting for you to ask me out this whole time but I was supposed to say something to you first. I can't stop beating myself up about it and it's all my fault. I've given up on trying to make everything perfect and the way I want it to be because it's not going to happen that way. I'm not going to get upset about that at this point because it won't change anything. I don't even care because I just want to be with you. I guess this is also difficult for me because no one has asked me out for over 12 years and I was hoping you would. I've realized I'm a little old-fashioned and I suppose I'm wrong for thinking that would happen. I also haven't gone on a date with someone since high school. I don't think my previous relationship even counts. I just feel like such an idiot and I don't know what I'm doing. I'm also really bad at flirting. I don't know why it's so hard for me to ask a simple question. I think this whole situation has shown me how fucked up my brain is because I feel like I'm not able to comprehend some stuff. I never realized how messed up I was until recently. I want to be with you so bad but I feel like I'm in a nightmare right now because I've been trying to figure out what I'm supposed to do for so long. It's so scary for me because I'm afraid you are just going to give up on me if I don't figure stuff out and do what you want me to do. It hurts my brain and I want to rip my hair out sometimes. I can't read your mind all the time!! I feel like I can't do anything right and I just want to make you happy. I don't want to be confused anymore.

I don't want things to fall apart and I want to have a healthy relationship with you. I want to do the right thing. I love you so much and I always will.

Anyway, I don't have much else to say right now. I'm just sad and tired. All I want to do is lay here until I feel better. I'm not even hungry and I didn't bother going to the store after work like I planned so I don't have a lot to eat here right now anyway. I will go to the store in the morning or something. I have some boost in the fridge so I will probably just drink that because it's better than nothing. I have a tough time eating solid food when I'm anxious. I don't have the desire to do much tonight. I have been writing since I got home. It's getting late and I think I am going to try to relax for a little while and go to bed. Hopefully I will be in a better mood tomorrow.

Thank you for listening to me vent. I hope everyone has a good day tomorrow. 💖💖💖

#personal

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