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gl1tteryzebra · 2 months

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Rafe teaching u how to touch urself and make urself cum

🧟‍♀️grrrr this is so bfb!rafe coded...I love it, thanks anon! (was not proofread)

it's not like he meant to eavesdrop, you just happen to have an extraordinary loud mouth.

but now that he was here, back pressed against the hallway that led into the kitchen as you blabber about your situation, how unsatisfied, how used you felt— rafe realised that he was indeed being invasive. he couldn’t help it. your admission keeps circulating around his head like a damn mantra– no guy has ever been bothered to make you cum.

maybe they didn’t know how to— the blonde briefly surmised —but even still this alternate was no less of a disgrace.

you were a friend of the family, but mostly one to sarah. rafe was fairly indifferent to you as a kid, your presence at tannyhill so common that you became a consistent part of his life, something to expect...that was until you transformed into a woman.

suddenly you were flouncing around in the shortest skirts, tits half hanging out of skimpy bathing suits, batting those long eyelashes up at him like some lost puppy in desperate need of guidance. it drove him crazy, thwarted his sleep, consumed his waking mind. but now he has leverage, an excuse to finally act on his depraved thoughts– and you best bet he pounced at the opportunity.

“nah, don’t be closin’ those pretty eyes. watch.”

he had you perched on his lap, legs pliantly spread before his wardrobe mirror. it was a sight for sore eyes, your leaking hole clenching sporadically around nothing as his fingertips danced along the expanse of your inner thigh– teasing.

“see how fuckin' sensitive you are? bet you would cum if I just told you to," his lips stretched into a impish smirk as you writhed, a meek mewl clawing its way out of your throat– his crass words turning you to putty. "but you gotta learn for yourself, don't you?"

you nodded, sighing in relief as he finally ventured further, dipping his index finger inside your walls slowly. his other hand held your chin, ensuring your attention did not wander. "can't have these assholes leavin' you disappointed, this fuckin' wet."

"ah– rafe," you cried out as he added another, head thrashing from side to side in an attempt to evade the wave of pleasure that crashed upon you. it was silly to think he'd allow that, reminding you to be good with a warning nip to the neck.

"this parts important, kay? watch." you did to the best of your ability, glossy eyes directed intently at his thumb as it swirled around your puffy button, applying a gentle pressure.

"feels good, huh?" his cadence dropped into something dark and undeniably sultry. "how about this?"

you gasped in surprise as his fingers lodged within the warmth of your walls began to crook forward, tapping something that sent you crooning.

"so-so good!" came your choked reply

"think you could do it yourself? make yourself cum on your fingers?" he chuckled, genuinely tickled, as you looked at him as though he hung the stars and moon in the sky– brain completely empty. "nah, didn't think so. that's al'ight, keep watching I'll show you."

sincerely ~ 🦓༝༚༝༚ (got a lil lazy towards the end, soz)

#rafe cameron drabble #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron prompt #obx smut #divider by @fairytopea

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angelkhi · 1 year

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kiss it better - j.m

pairing: dilf!joel miller x babysitter!reader

summary: turns out joel is trained in first aid, among other things.

warnings: SMUT (18+ Minors DNI) oral (f), fingering, masturbation (m), age gap, creampie but not technically p in v, cumplay i guess, squirting? cum eating/swapping(???), praise, an inkling of overstimulation, hair pulling, needy joel, some dirty talk / bad language, nicknames: dove, pretty girl, sweet girl, idk just some down right dirty shit with some feeling, mentions of injury (a scraped knee and elbow), age gap, slight hurt comfort, grumpy bucky, kinda sweet ending. very sorry if i missed anything!

word count: 2.4 k

a little note: hi! this shit is nasty soz xx i wrote this for bucky but changed it to pre-outbreak joel cause yeah, also not proofread cause i don’t like reading my own shit, and sarah is like 5 in this, also if u know me no you don’t, okay love ya x likes and reblogs appreciated 🫶🏾

"You, kitchen. I'll be down in 10."

You'd listened of course, planting yourself on the kitchen counter and awaiting his return, but those 7 simple words left you fidgeting for the entire 10 minutes he was gone.

Joel walks into the room without a word, puts the bright red first aid box on the counter next to you and pulls up a stool. You can't help but watch his fluid movements, admiring his grace and precision even in the smallest of movements. All of them are deliberate, calculated.

"This is gonna sting a bit." He rips open an alcohol wipe, sliding a hand behind your knee to keep you in place. "Deep breath for me."

"Joel, I can sort it myself- mother fucker!" You start to protest but he presses the wipe against your broken skin, the sting unexpected despite his prior warning.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" Joel smirks, wiping over your knee once more, his fingers digging into your flesh when you try to pull away from him. "Keep still."

"I told you I'd sort it." You mumble.

"Stop being so proud for 10 minutes. Let me help you."

"But..."

He sighs, finally looking up at you. You're not sure if it's the intensity of his stare, or the fact that he's hunched over you, touching you so gently, as though a scraped knee just might break you, but that sigh defeats you.

"Okay."

Silence falls over you again and you continue to watch him work, smiling when he fiddles with small bandage and adds a princess sticker for good measure.

"I'm sorry about earlier. Didn't mean for such a dramatic entrance but you know Sarah, she's..."

"Stubborn and bossy."

"I was going to say strong minded and competitive. Like her father." His brow quirks subtly, but you pretend not to notice it.

"So... stubborn and bossy." Joel smiles, still completely focused on bandaging your knee, "There you go, all patched up."

You nod, unsure of what to say all of a sudden. Joel fills the silence.

"I've missed you." Three simple words, that probably would've had little effect on you if they hadn't come from him.

"You saw me yesterday Joel."

"You know that's not what I mean dove." He glances up at you, just for a second, but a second is all he needs to know you understand. Of course you understand. You've spent the better part of a year trying not to miss him.

"Always so proud. It's okay to let people help you."

"My pride took quite the hit today thank you very much, your kid is way too good at tag." Joel chuckles, and your bruised pride heals a little, knowing that you had made him laugh. The way that his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunches, the almost giggle. You want to commit it to memory. To keep them it your pocket safe and tight for when you needed it. Even as his soft eyes bore into your own, silently demanding an answer to his statement.

"Thank you, Doctor Miller. I'd better be going." It's cowardly, barely even a whisper, almost drowned out by the low hum of the fridge.

But you don't move though and nether does he. Joel smooths the bandage over your knee, his lingering thumb quickly replaced by his soft lips. Joel gazes up at you as he rose from his knees, his hands sliding up your legs with each fluid movement. His hands move on their own accord, across your thighs, skimming your hips and waist, moving up and up until he's cradling your jaw.

"I wanna keep you in just a little while longer for observations, doctors orders" You lean into his touch, hyper aware of how close the pair of you suddenly are.

"Hmm. Okay Doctor Miller, any other remedies... since you insist." You're breathless, the air in the room seeming none existent as you bend to his will.

"I can think of one."

He bunches your skirt up around your waist in one swift motion, urging you to lay back against the cool marble countertop. His lips are full and warm against your skin, lingering on the inside of your knee, his fingers holed in the side of your panties, dragging them ever so slowly down your thighs. Joel's every movement is slow and deliberate, as though he's trying to savour each and every part of the moment.

"Such a pretty cunt." A small burst of cool air against your exposed pussy pushes you closer to the edge of desperation. Joel's hair tickles your inner thighs, his soft shirt brushing the back of your knee

"Tell me you missed me." He's so close to where you need him, practically dangling himself on a string. "Tell me how much you missed me touching you like this."

Joel finally touches you, his thumb circling your hole, watching you clench around nothing desperately spread out on his kitchen counter willing to take anything he'll give you.

"Missed you, Joel. So much." He hums, pride seeping out of his pores, dark eyes flickering when you say his name.

"Fuckin my hand to the thought of you was torture dove. Nothin compares to this perfect little thing." His lips purse and a small burst of cool air brushes over your clit. You grow more and more desperate the closer he gets, you're practically offering yourself up on a silver platter and he chooses now to take his sweet time?

Your fingers thread through his shaggy locks, prompting him to do something or you'll do it yourself. Joel' laugh is quick and breathless, his eyes slipping shut when you lightly scratch at his scalp.

He leans forward, tongue dragging from your entrance to your throbbing clit. Your fingers tighten in his hair and he groans pulling back to speak.

"Just as sweet as I remember." He takes another moment, then his head is between your thighs.

You're not sure if it's been hours or minutes but Joel's head is still buried between your thighs, lapping at your clit and weeping hole like a starved man. Every time you think he'll give you some sort of a reprise, he just gives you more. Fucking an extra finger into you each time he comes up for breath, or simply just toying with your clit, enjoying the way you respond so diligently to his every touch.

Your hands find the edge of the counter out of sheer desperation, too scared you'll pull at his hair too harshly in this marathon of touching, that is at least until Joel's movements stop abruptly, his head lifting from between your.

"Joel, are you okay?" His large hands wrap around your wrists, prying your hands off of the marble and back into his soft hair.

"Don't stop-" he presses a sweet kiss to your thigh "-feels so fuckin' good."

He wastes no time getting back between your thighs, bringing you back to that ledge he'd left you on. The soft point of his nose brushes against your clit, your hands grasping his hair with fervour. Joel's moan is low and deep, vibrating from his lips right to your open cunt. The knowledge that you're giving him just a fraction of what he's giving you makes your chest swell, and you bet that if you had to energy to lift your head and look down on him, his trousers would be uncomfortably tight and his hips Joeling up at nothing.

He curls his fingers, hooking them perfectly against where you need him, his hand moving at an unnatural pace. You try to stay quiet so not to wake the little girl asleep upstairs, but you're being torn apart from the inside out and Joel's muffled sounds do nothing but spur you on. Once his lips pucker against your clit and his fingers rest on that perfect spot, you're finished. Torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer, you simply just let it happen, let him coax your body through a perfect orgasm until you have no choice but to push the gluttonous man away.

"So fuckin' pretty. Look at ya, all mine." He's breathless, supporting your now upright frame between his muscular arm and chest. He presses his soft lips to yours, and it's a mess of nipping and sucking. His tongue brushes up against yours slowly and deeply, the taste of your own orgasm lingering on your lips.

"Just one more. Gimme one more yeah? So fucking good for me dove." You nod, something between a hoarse sigh and a whimper when he asks for verbal confirmation. He slides two long fingers back into you with ease, right back with that bruising pace, watching with dark eyes as you grind your clit on the ball of his palm.

"That's it, I've got you sweet girl. Give it to me." Joel's efficient when he works your body. He enjoys how you clench around his fingers when your orgasm builds, or how your swollen clit respond so well to his touch. He likes it when you push your fingers into his broad shoulders, anchoring yourself to him. He fucking loves it when you muffle the high pitched scream in his shoulder, teeth digging into his skin slightly as you release over his hand.

Dark grey spots linger on the cotton of his joggers from where you'd gushed all over him, but he doesn't care. Joel cradles your face, taking you in, his own little slice of heaven on earth. His.

Your nimble fingers tug the waistband of his joggers until they're just low enough to release him from their confines. His fingers brush over yours, moulding them against him, guiding you to palm his cock in a tight fist. Joel's concentrated gaze flickers between your glistening thighs, your pretty eyes, your half parted lips, your wet pussy spread out just for him. He's frantic, chasing pleasure from your white knuckled fists.

You slip your hand free, tracing over the stubble on his chin, fingers trailing around the back of his neck, until they're locked in his hair again. Your grip is rough when you tip his head back slightly, and he shudders against you, hips chasing his fist.

You relinquish in the small amount of power, the new feeling sending a rush down your spine. His lips rest against yours, his soft noises brushing against your skin.

"You gonna let me make a mess of this cunt, huh? Gonna let me come all on your pretty pussy."

"Joel please."

"Fuck. You're too good to me." He's whining for you. Fucking whining, and it's all because of you. Joel's hips stutter and thrust into his hand, the thick head of his cock bumping against your sensitive nub, extracting every last ounce of pleasure from your already spent body.

"Joel, come inside of me. Please Joel, you're always so good to me, let me be good for you." His hips slow as he takes in your words, your hands on him. He works himself over with his fist once more before he grips himself at his thick base pressing himself against your sensitive clit once again. He slides himself down, down, until the head of his dick is pressed against your waiting hole.

The familiar stretch of him pushing into you has you whimpering, still so sensitive. Joel's breath stutters and his hands grip your hips as he fucks his tip into you. His thrusts are quick and shallow as he gets himself off and you're muttering against his lips how good he feels, how pretty he looks, how much you love it when he takes what he needs. You scratch at his scalp, and grip his hair that little bit tighter and he's keening over, pressing his lips to yours. His eyes squeeze shut and he whines into your mouth as he pumps himself empty inside of you.

He works swiftly, removing himself from your warmth, sliding you to the edge of the counter and falling to his knees.

"Fuckin perfect." He mutters to himself, watching as his spend leaks out of you, fingers toying with the mess he made. He drags his soft wet tongue against you, once, twice, slipping into your used cunt until you're clawing him away beyond over-sensitive.

But then he's up, and in front of you and you're reading and waiting knowing what he's about to give you and you're willing to accept it. He kisses you, the mixture of your slick and his come on his tongue. You take it, the debauchery act pushing you so far past the point of desire. His fingers still move against you, still playing with your clenching cunt until you're seeing stars.

"Joel, too much."

"M'sorry dove." He says, pulling his fingers away from you and sucking them into his mouth.

He moves quickly, reaching for a cloth and some of his pyjama pants from the washing pile on the dining table. He's careful when he runs it over your thighs and in between your legs, holds you carefully when he helps you down from the counter and slips you into the sleep trousers that are far too big. He's soft and warm and careful and everything in between when he holds you against his chest.

"Joel..." He hums. "I don't want to miss you anymore."

You pull away to look up at him, terrified that you'd misread the situation, that your cloudy brain and lingering crush on the father next door has made you overstep the mark.

"Don't wanna miss you either dove." His lips brush yours.

He seems nervous, it's beyond sweet, but you'd never felt so light, so relieved. "Stay?"

"What about Sarah?"

"Please, she's been begging me to date you for months." Oh.

"And what do you want?" His soft thumbs stroke your lips whilst he holds your gaze, soft yet demanding.

"I wanna take you out to dinner. Want you next to me when I wake up in the mornings. I want you to sit on my face til your crying. Wanna give you everything you want, no matter how ridiculous, I just want you, if you'll let me." Oh. Big oh. You pull him close, resting a hand over his quick beating heart, worried it just might give out.

"You already have me."

He flashes a toothy grin, his blue eyes sparkling even in a dimly lit room. He kisses you slow and sweet, pouring every ounce of care an affection into your lips making it certain. You absolutely already have him too.

#joel tlou #joel miller #joel miller x reader #pre outbreak!joel #tlou #the last of us hbo #the last of us smut #dilf!joel #joel miller smut #tlou smut #smut

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biisexualemma · 1 year

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sneak (one step forward pt.2). rafe cameron

word count: 2.1k

warnings: one swear word i think lol

requested: by me again soz

plot: rafe takes you home after a long night

a/n: who has watched the new season? 😗

part 1 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6

the car journey was mostly quiet, you rested your head, eyes heavy as the hum of the car nearly lulled you to sleep. that was until you crossed the bridge over into the cut and rafe cleared his throat, catching your attention, your eyes cracking open again to look over at him. his sharp jawline accentuated from this angle despite the lack of light.

"so where'd you live?" he enquired, thinking he should probably know where he was dropping you off, instead of just driving around all night.

"just drop me at john b's," you didn't much feel like going home right now, crashing at john b's felt like the better option.

you watched rafe glance over at you for a split second, eyebrows pinching together very slightly. "it's ok if it's far, i don't mind. i said i'd take you home," he said sharply, his shoulders straightening out a little.

you shook your head, with a small sigh, "john b's is fine, i don't really feel like going home."

"but they're all at the bonfire, john b's is deserted."

"so?" you were getting a little impatient with all of his questions.

"so i don't think you should be alone right now," he said it without thinking.

you said with a slight yawn, "i'll be fine."

he shook his head slightly, his jaw clenched down as he battled with himself on what to do. he didn't like the idea of leaving you alone but he didn't know exactly what else to do with you. in a split second decision, he pulled into the next run in, glancing over his shoulder as he reversed, taking his car back in the direction they came.

"rafe," you said with caution, alarm bells were ringing. you sat up straight now, putting your hand over where his sat on the gear stick. "what're you doing?"

"i'm taking you home," he said shortly.

"you're going the wrong way--" you spoke with slight panic.

"my home," he clarified.

"rafe--"

"stop saying my name like that, jesus," he snapped a little, rolling his eyes. "you've been to my house a thousand times with sarah, how is this any different?" he was losing his patience with you. you didn't seem to have any concern for your own safety, and that's all he was doing.

"i really don't want to argue with you again so can you just turn around please?" your hand moved up from his and onto his forearm. rafe thought that if he clenched his jaw down any tighter he might crack a tooth.

"then don't argue, we'll be there in no time. just go back to sleep, ok?" your hand slipped from his arm and you curled back into yourself.

"you have a reputation, rafe," you mumbled after a few minutes sitting in silence. you had caught his attention, he glanced over at you for a second out the corner of his eye. you tucked your hair behind your ear, your cheeks still flushed, eyes heavy, arms crossed over yourself.

"do i?" he spoke nonchalantly.

"don't act like you don't know," rafe sighed at your accusatory tone. he was getting sick of you attacking him when all he'd done tonight was help you.

"no, i don't know, y/n," he rolled his eyes. "mainly because i don't care," he glanced at you, you would hardly look at him. "why would i care what you and your little pogue friends think of me? you don't fucking know me."

he pulled into the drive leading up to tanyhill, and when he pulled up outside you both sat in silence for a minute.

"i haven't got any bad intentions despite what you think of me," he spoke softer now, he was just as tired as you were now. "i was just trying to help you out."

"why?" you were looking over at him now, glancing him up and down. he used the palm of his hand to flatten his hair down, before his eyes moved away from the dashboard and over to you.

"i already told you," he said halfheartedly.

"well, i didn't believe you," his eyes were boring into yours, wide and unpredictable, you couldn't make out what he was thinking.

"i was just trying to do the right thing," you eyelids fluttered with tire, listening to his voice that was soft and slow now. "you're not like the rest of them."

"i am exactly like them, rafe, don't kid yourself."

"you're not," he shook his head. he pulled his eyes away from yours, leaving the car and leaving you alone until he appeared outside the passenger door, opening it up for you. he held out his hand for you to take but you didn't, you climbed out the car and walked past him. he rolled his eyes before leading you up to the house.

never could you have predicted that this was how you'd be spending your night. it was still pretty early, the lights still on in the house.

"shit," he muttered under his breath when he peered through the glass of the door. you went to see for yourself but rafe panicked, quickly wrapping his arm around you and yanking you backwards so you were behind him. "they'll see you, come on," he nodded his head in the opposite direction, grabbing your hand without thinking and pulling you along with him.

you couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed, he didn't want his family to see him coming home with you, no matter how innocent it was.

"this way," he nudged you in front of him, in through the back door where the lights were off. you wandered in, struggling to see what was around you in the dark when rafe grabbed your hand again and pulled you along with him through several different rooms very carefully avoiding his family.

before you knew it you were up the stairs and you were trailing behind him down the hall to his bedroom. all the times you'd been in this house, you'd never once seen what was behind his door.

"rafe?" your head snapped around to behind you where the small voice had come from. wheezie. "y/n?" her eyes widened when you turned and she saw your face, eyes flickering between you and where rafe was still holding your hand. her mouth fell open a little.

you snatched your hand away from his, awkwardly holding yourself and giving wheezie a quick wave, unsure what else to do with yourself.

"what the fu—" her words were quickly cut short as rafe ran over to her, his hand clamping around her mouth in an effort to get her to shut up.

"watch your mouth— and keep it down," he warned, his eyes just as wide as hers, and for the first time you saw some similarity in them. "ew, wheeze," he pulled his hand off her mouth, his face screwing up in disgust as he wiped his hand down on his pants where you'd assumed she'd licked his hand.

"what the hell are you doing with her?" she'd lowered her voice, glancing behind rafe and over at you.

"she just needed a place to crash," he shrugged but she didn't look like she believed him. she knew more than she let on despite what her family thought.

she frowned at her brother, before looking at you again. you moved closer to her, eyes pleading with her. "wheezie," rafe's head snapped round to you when you spoke to his sister. "please, please don't mention this to sarah, ok?" you were begging her, rafe eyed you up and down.

"why would i do that?" she eyed you both up sceptically.

you went to speak again but rafe cut you off. "if you keep your mouth shut about this i'll drive you anywhere you want for a week," he looked a little annoyed as he said it but it seemed to peak her interest.

she hummed. "a month—"

"wheeze—" he groaned.

"a month or i'll call for dad right now," rafe rolled his eyes. if there was any doubt that she was a cameron, it was gone now.

he huffed, holding out his hand for her to shake which she quickly latched onto. "fine, deal. now go back to bed and i don't want to hear from you again tonight, alright?"

she traced her fingers across her lips, pretending to lock them with a key and throw it away. you couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as she turned back to her room.

"c'mon," he mumbled, heading back down the hall to his room. you followed behind him after hesitating for a moment.

you didn't know what you were expecting to find in rafe's room, but it felt fairly normal. you were careful as you closed the door behind you, watching as he picked up a couple things and moved them around, but mostly it was very clean.

"here," he held out a t-shirt and some shorts for you to change into, placing them in your arms when you held them out. "you can take the bed, i'm gonna go find some blankets."

you were in a bit of a daze, snapping out when rafe closed the door behind himself and you were left alone. you quickly pulled off the dress you'd been wearing and threw on the clothes he'd leant to you. they were slightly too big but you figured you'd only be sleeping in them so it was fine.

you sat yourself on the edge of his bed, crossing your legs over as your eyes started drooping closed. you jolted out of your daze again when there was a soft knock on the door.

"safe to come in?" you recognised his voice.

"yeah," you mumbled back and he poked his head around the door, with his hands full of blankets and cushions. he hesitated a little when he saw you sitting there in his clothes. he had to pry his eyes away and start making up his bed on the floor.

"go to sleep, you're tired," you just nodded, climbing under his sheets and moving around until you were comfy.

after a while he flicked the lights off and you lay there in silence mulling over everything that happened that night.

"how you feelin'?" he mumbled almost quiet enough that you didn't hear it.

"ok," you muttered, rolling onto your side where you could just make out the shadow where he was lying below you. "you?"

he just hummed in response, leaving the silence to take over again but your mind was wandering again.

"you and wheezie are pretty close, hm?" you voice was quiet, hesitant to ask him about his family. he didn't answer straight away which made you think you'd overstepped.

"she's my little sister," he mumbled after a while.

"yeah," you hummed, your mind was ticking even though you were tired. "but you're not like that with sarah," you added curiously.

"it's different."

"because sarah's the favourite?" you saw his head swivel towards you even though it was still dark. you couldn't see his eyes or his expression but you felt like maybe you'd said the wrong thing. "sorry," you muttered afterwards. "it was just an observation, i don't know," you backtracked.

he was quiet, "sarah has always been the golden child. wheeze and i are an afterthought."

you hummed, listening to every word he spoke carefully. it was interesting to see into his mind, know what he was thinking for once. "that's kind of a shitty way to treat your kids."

rafe let out a quiet humph, a small smile creeping onto his lips even though you couldn't see it. "yeah, well my dad can be a pretty shitty person when it suits him."

your eyebrows came together in a soft frown, sneaking your arm under you head as you listened intently. ward was a pretty respectable person in kildare, so to hear one of his kids talk about him like this was new. even if you always had a sneaky feeling that he was a little too nice.

"well, that's his problem," you mumbled, eyes drifting shut the longer you forced them to stay open. "if he can't see what's right in front of him."

your words were a little slurred which rafe had noticed. he sighed. "yeah, well, you should get some sleep," he offered. you only responded with a soft, noise of acknowledgement. "goodnight," he mumbled.

"g'night, rafe," you murmured, half asleep at this point, your words barely intelligible. "thanks," you sighed, rolling over so your back was facing him now. your mind still ticking over but the exhaustion from the rest of your body taking over.

he was quiet for a moment before he answered, when he was convinced you were asleep or at least too tired to care, "anytime."

you went to sleep that night confused and far too in your head about rafe cameron, unsure how you could wake up the next day and go back to normal.

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russos-ventitre · 8 months

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ welcome to my blog

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i'm a dyslexic writer & video editor & photographer who has an unhealthy obsession with a specific italian woman and a few other footballers

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blonde-tori-spring555 · 2 months

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what are some of your heartstopper head canons!!??

here are a few

-michael and nick started to come on the spring family holiday to spain

-the spring family go to spain about once or twice (or maybe more) a year

-once tori was and adult she stopped showing up for family christmas (eve) (that happens in 'this winter')

-but would come back maybe a day or so after christmas (once her family was leaving)

-charlie kept coming until he moved out

-(when their family would say things about tori when she wasnt there charlie or ollie would always tell her)

-darcy comes to all taras dance shows (i feel like this is kinda canon tho) -(probs mentioned this before) tori did dance as a kid maybe like from 2-13 so she only stopped 'recently' from when we first meet her (maybe charlie did it too idk) -tori is flexable and so is charlie

-tori, charlie and ollie r theatre kids (nick and michael too)

-sarah always wanted a daughter, and she ended up getting 'close' with tori and when nick and charlie got married she realised she had her daughter (soz this is so cringe)

-when tori and michael move in together it becomes one of ollies favorite hangout spots and tori and micael try make it a safe place for him

-tori ends up meeting frances and carys through raine (from becky, 'party girls') and they end up being good friends

sorry i rlly started to rant, lmk if yall want more :)

#osemanverse #tori spring #alice oseman #heartstopper #solitaire #solitaire alice oseman #radio silence #asks #charlie spring #oliver spring #nick nelson #michael holden

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ask-the-shiny-pokemons · 4 months

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Lunch @ Rimi: LUNCH!!!! (Translation: Wait! Who came in first on Light of Unova? Would you ever try to get first place again?)

As Rimi enters the studio bar, she met with familiar Zapdos and...

Goodness, Lunch! Hiiii! How's it goin'? Anything to share with good ol' Rimi?

It seems she heard his "LUNCH!", however via unknown force, the words are being translated into her head.

Light of Unova? I mean who won? Oh, I tell ya the final three. Also, there was a special guest here.

First place goes to Inaris, a mysterious Mew. She sang a very sad song about her lost child. Also soz for the silly photo, cause I copied the wrong one, oops. Second is me performin'. Third is an unusual Umbreon Solstice who was rumored to be with a human Trainer (maybe she's from different universe, hehe). And of course the special guest - Snow, a Vulpix that rumored to be an AI, but she sings not worse than actual AI. Also, something familiar behind her on screen, hmm... After Inari wins, she gave winning gifts (including the Virbank Stage) and gave them to me. We haven't talked after the final as she disappeared without a trace, but she left a note: "It's all yours..."

I hope one day I say "thank you" to her... Though I saw my friends talked to her, like with Wil recently...

I think I would mind tryin' to participate again since I've a band and a great success.

[ @askvekpa ]

/ Big special thanks to @inaris-pokemon-world, @ask-sarah-and-co, and @ask-a-learning-ai for letting their characters to appear as cameos. As always apologies for wait, it took me half a year to actually work on this post.

#answered #pokemon #pokeask #rimilycanroc #lunchzapdos #askvekpa #inarimew #inaris pokemon world #solsticeumbreon #ask sarah and co #snowvulpix #ask a learning ai #chrono

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other-peoples-coats · 1 year

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so if you have the anxieties at work -- which, uh, big mood -- and have the specific breed of anxieties of 'fuck I am fucking up at my job so much, I am about to be fired for sucking so much', you might find it useful to note down -- not on a work device for the love of god -- how often everyone else at your job fucks up.

not just like, Huge Fuck Ups, like 'john deleted the only copy of Important Report and we had to run it again, so the project was delayed by two weeks past its due date and Big Deal Client will never work with us again', but like. 'james said he'd send me the file last monday, it's thursday, I asked where it was and he was like lmao soz forgot', or like, 'sarah processed [thing x] and accidentally missed [minor step y], or even like 'my boss set up a meeting with me on a day I am not in; and then tried to reorganise it on a day she is not in'.

Not as like, a grudge list, but just as an external 'this is how much everyone else in [your team/org/whatever] is fucking up all the time, and they're not about to be fired/fail their annual review/even getting a talking to about it, here is a benchmark that is not based on your own brain's perception (which is probably dogshit)'.

it doesn't have to be detailed (bc it's not really about the specifics, beyond maybe a vauge 'this is the scale of fuckup in question), but you do probably want dates, even just so you can look down your list (or whatever) and be like '2nd feb: john fucked up. 3rd feb:kate fucked up. 4th feb: mark fucked up. 5th feb: jane fucked up. kate fucked up.'

Or like, don't do it, I'm not your parent, I'm just an idiot bootstrapping a profoundly stupid mix of neurochemicals into an approximation of functionality enough to like, keep paying rent and not have a break down while doing it.

#coats chats #coats vs capitalism #also note down any sketchy shit at work in a different notebook/file/whatever #which is again. not anywhere near a work device #anything that makes you go :/ or that you're like yikes.jpg or even like uhhhh... about #because that is evidence. and you want to have that. if you need it.#anyway join your local union if you can etc etc this has been surviving crapitalisim with yr mate coats #unrelatedly to this post but the reason I started it is: looking for a new jooooob agaaaaaaaaaaain #because my current one is moving from the ':/ whatever it's a job and I have to pay rent' category #to the 'oh I have been designated Irreplaceable (derogatory)' category #very quickly.

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theirmadness · 22 days

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If they had a kid: Cas and Samantha lmao

meme status: accepting. meme source: if they had a kid.

HEAVY BREATHING. i actually hate u for this bc i am NEVER gonna stop thinking about it now. i hope u realise the absolute feral monster that u have created. I HOPE UR HAPPY !!!!!

NAME: wilhelmina mary winchester OR mary alice winchester. there is no in between, soz. ( sam will compromise for something like jacqueline / jackie for short but it will take a LOT of convincing. ) GENDER: female. i just love the idea of cas with a baby girl. GENERAL APPEARANCE: she'd have cas' eyes and sam's hair! she'd probably have sam's dimples and her height, and be lanky like her, too. but i can see her having her dad's intensity and being way paler than sam has ever been. PERSONALITY: honestly, this kid would be such an awkward mess given her parents. but i also have a feeling sam would raise her to be strong and independent, and to fight injustice whenever she can! she'd definitely be a nerd, like both of her parents. she'd be kind and caring, probably to a fault. but also extremely protective of those she loves! it's just a winchester inherited trait. SPECIAL TALENTS: this would depend on whether cas knocks sam up when he's human or when he has angel juice. i think if we talking nephilim, then you have all the obvious stuff. but if she's human, then i'd say she'd probably be smart like sam, and perceptive like cas. definitely the quiet type that takes everything in around her and notices things most people miss. WHO THEY LIKE BETTER: this would probably depend on the day. sam probably is more strict about eating vegetables and bed time. but i think she would probably also struggle with so many things because she didn't have a mother growing up and she feels like she has no idea what she's doing. i feel like she'd constantly feel like she'd be trying to catch up, and that cas is the favourite and the better parent. that is if this isn't JUNKIE endverse cas. then we have A REAL FUCKING PROBLEM lol. WHO THEY TAKE AFTER MORE: i think physically probably castiel, but personality wise leaning more towards sam. which sam would absolutely hate. raising herself? god, what a nightmare. PERSONAL HEADCANON: she probably would question her place in the world a lot! esp if cas was human then regains his grace or something like that. it'd be so weird, having a dad that knows so much about the universe and having... sam as a mother. as a teen she'd probably have so much angst and confusion. trying to navigate this whole thing, and sam probably having a lot of communication issues with her, too! she wouldn't want their relationship to be like hers ended with her dad though so she'd try extra hard, but i feel like this kid will have a special knack for getting herself into trouble, and constantly giving her parents strokes and heart attacks. i mean, she's sam and cas' kid. OF COURSE SHE ATTRACTS TROUBLE. FACECLAIM: katherine langford, margaret qualley, sarah desjardins or grace phipps. i feel like they all have a cas quality to them, and idk why but i really see her having this striking resemblance to castiel's vessel!

#qapsiel #girls . . . samantha winchester.#meme file . . . samantha winchester.#answered meme.#answered ask.#ships . . . samantha & castiel.#headcanons . . . samantha winchester.#i h8 / love u for this GOD

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