“you should be at the club” i should be by the sea. i should be in the mountains. i should be awestruck and rendered speechless by the majesty of the natural world. if you even care

Adjustments

Summary: Adjusting to life in Jackson isn't easy. But making friends with one of school teachers certainly helps. Or, Ellie makes a friend and kind of sets Joel up.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!teacher!Reader

Word count: 9.4k

Warnings: mostly fluff, smut (piv, fingering), soft Joel Miller, good dad Joel Miller, protective Joel, some jealousy, post-season 1, mentions of past death, mentions of depression and suicidal ideation

A/N: You voted and I listened! Here's the Joel fic! Thank you for reading! As always, I would love to know your thoughts! Please please please, be sure to leave feedback! 💕

“He’s quiet, huh?” You ask, scrubbing a rag over the counter. 

“What’s that?” Tommy turns back to you. He’d been staring across the community hall at his wife. 

You grin, amused, and meet Tommy’s eyes. “Your brother. He doesn’t talk much.” 

Slowly, you cut your gaze to the table where Joel Miller sits, his eyes on his daughter across from him. There’s an affectionate smile playing around his mouth. One that only appears when he’s looking at Ellie. “His kid does though.”

“Oh, yeah, Ellie’s always got somethin’ to say,” he agrees. “They’ve been through a lot.” 

You nod, “Looks that way.” You don’t ask what, just go back to polishing glasses. “You put ‘em up next to me.” 

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Your daily dose of cat memes

BRENDAN FRASER – The Graham Norton Show (January 20, 2023)

rip Achilles you would’ve loved hightop sneakers

Happy Galentine’s Day - February 13th

came home drunk last night and got way too excited to see my cat

The Moon technically eclipses billions of stars every night.

Sweet Nothing | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Back at it again with another Taylor Swift inspired fic because I'm mentally ill, babes :)

Warnings: some anxiety

"They said the end is coming. Everyone's up to something. I find myself running home to your Sweet nothings. Outside they're push and shoving. You're in the kitchen humming. All that you ever wanted from me was Sweet nothing."

Bucky stood in the doorway, silently watching you. He loved to observe, to drink you in without you knowing. He liked seeing how you lived in moments when you thought you were alone, without your self-conscious tendencies or insecurities.

These quiet moments belonged to him- only him. And he never took them for granted. He committed to memory everything about you, every small detail he could catch. 

He loved knowing that, somehow, the two of you crossed paths. You found each other despite all the nightmares. And he could never put into words how grateful he was to have you in his life. Even when he was away, just knowing that you lived in the same timeline eased his anxiety.

But after watching you for a while, he couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t resist holding you. He wrapped his strong arms around you from behind and pulled you flush to his chest. His stubbled chin rested on your shoulder as his lips found your neck.

Ari x Reader: won't you whisper soft and slow? (One Shot)

Plot: A grumpy old man falls in love with the village sweetheart.

or, the one where Ari just wants to be left alone but a few sweet pastries from the sweetest girl had him changing his mind.

Tags: SMUT, older!ari, kinda bimbo!reader, ruined innocence kink, mean words, grumpy ari (but not to reader), slight spanking, threats, violence (not to reader), spitting, oral job (both receiving), p to v smut, DDLG-ish, daddy kink (duh), breeding kink, fluff, kinda (in a good way) controlling ari, protective ari, domestic air, 18+

somebody get Chris Pine outta there lmao

Lost Without You

Summary: Bucky Barnes would be lost with you. You’re his everything and he plans on spending Valentine’s Day proving it to you. 

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Fluff, Alpine and more fluff

A/N: Beta’d by the wonderful @whisperlullaby all mistakes are my own. Written for @lookiamtrying

When Bucky met you, he discovered what love was, not what he thought it should be, but what love could be, something he had never had before. With you, it wasn’t the grand gestures or other things that he saw in the movies. His love for you was built on a foundation of little moments, unexpected things that left him reeling, wondering how he survived all this time without you in his life.

Loving you is a consuming and powerful emotion, leaving effervescent traces of you on his soul. 

 He lived for those little moments, things he never cared about before you. From the way you would reach out for his hand when he sat next to you, how you look in the mornings when you drag yourself out of bed disheveled and grumpy at the world, how your eyes light whenever you see a cute animal, even the way you brushed your teeth turning your toothbrush into your personal microphone when your favorite song played. Each one a snapshot of why he loved you, it was never one thing he could put his finger on, there are too many reasons to simply name one.

The little things about you, all uniquely you, he could talk about forever. From the way your nose scrunched up when you laughed, oh that laugh, Bucky could listen to you laugh all day. The little wrinkle your brow makes when you concentrate on something. The slope of your neck, that shape of your lips, how you fit next to him, as if you were made with him in mind, or perhaps he was made for you.

And right now, here in this bed with you. He knows there is no other place he’d rather be. 

You can’t imagine being anywhere else either. Tangled between lavender-infused sheets, the scent of his coconut body wash melting into your sense. You push back his damp hair, the strands silky under your hand. Your fingers laced together, legs intertwined, the steady thump of his heartbeat under your ear. His large hand tracing nonsensical patterns on the small of your back.

Nothing exists outside the warmth of his skin, his soft breathing lulling you to sleep. The world is a faded memory, through the darkness blanketing the room, you can see the outline of his face. His bright blue eyes hidden behind closed lids. His features ingrained in memory, even when you can’t see him, you see him. 

“Are you sure,” He asks again, gravelly from sleep breaking the silence. 

You nod twice, rubbing your face on his chest, yawning “yes Bucky”. 

“If you say so” He glances down at you, his hand moving up your back, the pads of his fingers dancing over your skin, “we’ll see how you feel tomorrow, “ he says under his breath. 

He can feel you smiling into his chest. His sweet girl. You’ve been insistent that you don’t care about Valentine’s day. Bucky doesn’t believe you, in fact, he thinks-knows- that deep down you’re a softie. He knows how you swoon over those sappy movies you force him to watch.

And the last thing he’s going to do is let his girl down.

This is your first of many he hopes, Valentine’s day together, he’s going to make sure that you know how much he loves you. He lifts your joined hands, loving how your fingers fit perfectly between his, only one thing would make this better, he reflects, kissing the back of your hand.

illicit affairs

Mob!seb x nanny!reader

Run-through: You work for the city’s most feared and respected mob boss, Sebastian. Sure, he has a bad reputation on the news, and most people would stay as far away from him as possible, but not you. Because to you, he’s just the single dad whose toddlers you watch Monday through Friday. You admire the man, but he holds a secret close to his heart – despite knowing you are in a relationship, he can’t help but fall hopelessly in love with you…

Themes: mob!seb, smut, angst, mentions of infidelity, fluff

Sebastian came home late, again.

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Chain You Up.

Mob!Steve x Stripper!Reader (one-shot)

Run-through: You have a flirty relationship with a bad man. One who has a corrupted heart and so many skeletons in his closet that he never bothers to hide them anymore. Steve Rogers; infamous mob boss, owner of the club you worked at and also the one who could make you purr like a kitten so easily. Whatever you both had going on was always playful and momentary, until it wasn’t. One night, you actually witness the mob boss in action. In those fleeting seconds, you realized that there was no way things could go back to how they used to be… 

Themes: smut, stripper!reader, explicit language, mild daddy kink, violence and death (not graphic)

“Look, your man is here again.” 

“Seriously, that man is so obsessed with you.” 

“I wish I also had a regular who was that good looking and loaded.” 

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