Hi Cas, for the Kisses Writing prompt how about 16. With Joel Miller ? 🩷👀
Thank you so much for the ask! It's getting too warm to even knit, my hands are sweaty and that doesn't seem to work well with the yarn I'm currently working with. So a lil writing break was needed! (I'll get to your second request later, I feel a little siesta is needed, I didn't sleep well last night.)
So, kisses prompt number 16: One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.
Joel Miller x you (gn!reader, no descriptions)
QZ!Joel, kissing, no other warnings except grumpy pouty man is grumpy and pouty.
604 words.
”You shouldn’t have done that.”
You don’t need to look at Joel to know that he’s pissed off. And you know he’s pissed off because he’s worried. You have no idea what Joel was like before the world went to hell, but you know him now, and you know that he cares so very deeply without having the right words for it. He never tells you he loves you, but will chew you out when you’ve done something he thinks is too risky. It’s only when he thinks he could have lost you that he talks.
”Maybe so, but I did, and I survived,” you shrug.
It’s your latest stunt that’s causing him grief. It wasn’t even a particularly bad one, and you had no trouble getting out of it on your own. You didn’t even tell Joel until after you were back in the shitty little apartment you share with him in the QZ. The pills you had swiped from a rival were on the table, and Joel had inquired about them. And you told him how they came into your possession, nonchalantly.
And here you were.
”The plan was solid,” you add, ”and you know it.”
”Even the most solid of plans can go wrong. And you know that, because you keep avoiding to look at me.”
You look up from your dinner prep immediately, and meet his disapproving stare.
”I’m only trying to avoid a fight,” you tell him, putting down the knife and wiping your hands on your jeans. ”But if you want one...”
”What’s the use?” he grumbles, crossing his arms in front of his chest. ”You’re going to win, like always, and do as you please.”
”And don’t you forget it,” you quip, but with softness lacing your voice. You take a glass from the sink, reach for the bottle of amber liquid on the sideboard, and pour two fingers into the glass. You then take it to Joel, who begrudgingly accepts it.
”It’s not like you’re letting me forget it,” he sighs, still frowning at you. ”Ever.”
”That’s what you like about me. I keep you on your toes.”
”On my toes into an early grave. Look, baby, you need to be more careful – ”
Joel interrupts himself mid-sentence when he realizes that you’re heading into that fight that he wants to avoid. You cock your head and raise a brow at him, waiting for him to say more, but he just glowers over his glass before emptying it. You take the glass from him, setting it down on the table, and then you wrap your arms around his neck.
”I’ll let you in on my plan beforehand next time,” you promise. ”Okay, baby?”
He still looks like he’s ready to go murder a man, but you’re not deterred. It’s just how he is. You lean in, chest pressing up against his broad frame, and nip at his lips. He doesn’t budge, but you feel the corner of his mouth twitch, so you press your lips to his. The taste of liquour gives a sharpness to the kiss, but you don’t mind. It’s a short but sweet kiss, and you place another, even lighter on his lips before stepping back.
He’s still frowning, but his hands come to your hips, and you see the twinkle in his eyes.
”I know what you’re doin’, sweetheart,” he murmurs. You bat your eyelashes coquettishly.
”I don’t know what you’re talking about?”
He finally smiles, but you don’t get to see it as he places his big hand at the back of your head, and pulls you in for another kiss.
I’m sending you and everyone out there who is also sadly going through the shit right now, so much love and hopeful thoughts although I don’t have many myself I just want us all to make it through this until better times begin which is hopefully soon 💚
Aw Mina thank you! If we're all down in the dumps, at least we're all down in the shit together ❤️
I feel very confident things will get better for everyone, no matter their issues. Might not be tomorrow, but we'll all get there!
I really want to participate in your writing challenge, would you be so kind and spin my p-boy + trope for me😏😏😉 and also add 🔥 with 3 spins pleaseeeee 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
hello my little love🤭💓
first order of business - your pedro boy is…
HOT. AS. FUCK. clint is a dream come true
as for your trope, you’ve been given grumpy/sunshine
Hiiii Isa, for the Artist and Fic Writer EOY Asks I’ll send these numbers: 1, 15, 20, 26🩵🫶🏻
Love you
hi mina! <3 you're too sweet!
1. describe your journey this year in three words
not good enough 💀 (speaking purely from a writing perspective my self esteem with writing was hit hard this year)
15. an area of your art you feel you improved upon
girl idk 😭 maybe dialogue? or i really hope so? it's the thing is struggle with the most and the thing i'm actively trying to get better at! so hopefully there's been at least some improvement!
20. something that made you laugh
a lot of things made me laugh this year. i've been listening to a lot of caleb hearon podcasts lately and i think he's so fucking clever and quick with it!
26. something that inspired you this year
poetry mostly! but also just adrianne lenker's pen in general. i wish i could write something half as well as she does!
