The Payout (clint x f!reader)

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Part 1

clint x chef f!reader Word Count: 9.7K (she’s kinda long, grab a snack) Rating: E

Summary: Clint, a retired “tough guy” for hire, gets lured back into the game with a lucrative job offer: one last job for a life-changing payout. $5 million dollars. However, his plans take a twist when he meets you—his new neighbor who makes him question… everything.

Warning: clint is a widower (implied that his wife died at childbirth), clint is a daddy (like an actual dad), mentions of grief and guilt, angst, language, alcohol use, mutual pining, sexual tension, flirting, feelings, slow burn, family dysfunction (readers parents suck – especially her father), mentions of abandonment, quick mention of f! masturbation, dirty talk, pet names, size kink? praise, smut 18+ oral sex (m! receiving), mean!clint, mentions of bad & toxic relationships, smutty thoughts, let's pretend that in 1987 you could text...

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January

"Clint, fucking listen to me," the voice on the other end was frantic, almost desperate. It was Dawson, an old 'colleague' whose life had always been entangled in the murky underbelly of the world Clint had left behind. "We’ve got one more job for you. This would be…six months, tops."

Closed Position: Week 8 (Viennese Waltz)

Closed Position Masterlist ||| Main Masterlist Dieter Bravo x OFC (Katarina)

Series Summary: Dieter Bravo, now sober, was looking to change his bad boy image after hitting rock bottom. His team hoped that having him join the nationally televised family friendly dance competition, Dancing with the Stars, would be a good first step, if they can keep him out of trouble. 

Katarina Stamos expected her last season as a professional dancer on the show to go the same as it had for the past thirteen seasons. That all changed when she was partnered with the infamous Dieter Bravo. 

Dieter and Katarina are reluctantly thrown into their partnership and must learn to work together to succeed in the competition. In the process they form a deeper connection beyond the dance floor that neither anticipated.

Chapter Word Count: 10.6K

👉 Fic Warnings: Sexual tension, mutual pining, angst, so much smut (we get a little dom and sub Dieter, intimacy, use of a sex toy, sex acts in public, spanking...really it's all too much to list here - it's Dieter, use your imagination), spicy language, themes dealing with intimate partner violence (not by Dieter), past alcohol abuse, past drug abuse, and shitty parents. This will be a slow burn. Read at your own risk. Cat dad / plant dad Dieter comes with his own warnings.

👉 Chapter Warnings: Self-sabotaging thoughts, sassy Dieter, smutty stuff (light dom/sub dynamics (Dieter's in charge), restraint with hands and body, nipple biting, finger sucking/biting, fingering, p in v, intimacy), so much angst.

Kat's POV

The last two and a half weeks with Dieter had been nothing short of perfect as we settled into a new routine. I had hardly been home, now spending all of my time with him at his place or rehearsing. It almost felt like it had always been this way. Our lives were quickly falling into place so seamlessly, to the point that I was waiting for the other shoe to drop and allowing the doubt to slowly creep in. I knew this couldn’t last forever, and it was stoking a fear in me that I didn’t really understand. I couldn’t pinpoint the cause, so I tried to pack it away in a box in the back of my mind. However, its presence never ceased. Lurking. Festering. Waiting for the thing that would unleash it. 

priest!Joel miller x nigth club dancer! Reader

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Sun blazed your skin first thing in the morning. You could feel it. Eyes barely opening, stirring, and bones aching despite all the sleep. You didn’t register it at first, the warmth irradiating through the windows, the softness of the pillow your cheek rested on, neither the scent of pine and wood enveloping you. You stirred once again, the smell hit you once again as you opened your eyes and took a look of your surroundings. Four walls that seemed foreign,

You stretched, the sheets pooling around your waist as you sat up slowly, taking in the unfamiliar yet comforting space. Joel’s bedroom. The realization sent a flutter through your chest, a warmth that rivaled the sunlight spilling through the curtains.

You glanced down, realizing you were dressed in an old, soft T-shirt, his. A pair of comfortable shorts that definitely weren’t yours. The scent of him clung to the fabric, faint but unmistakable.

Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you stood up, your muscles still sore in a way that reminded you of last day at the beach with him. You smiled at the now memory you would hold into.

But now, he was gone. Your heart dipped slightly as you padded barefoot out of the bedroom, looking for him. The house was quiet, save for the distant sounds people outside. Your eyes scanned the space until they landed on the kitchen table.

A plate with two pieces of toast, a glass of orange juice, and a small folded note.

You bit your lip, warmth spreading through your chest as you stepped closer, picking up the piece of paper with careful fingers.

Had to step out earlier. Eat something, sweetheart. I’ll be back soon.

Sweetheart.

You exhaled a soft laugh, shaking your head as you pressed the note to your chest for a moment, allowing yourself to feel everything, the giddiness, the comfort, the way Joel, even in his absence, made you feel so seen.

Settling into the chair, you picked up a piece of toast, taking a small bite as you let your eyes linger on the note once more, the warmth in your chest refusing to fade.

Oh, perhaps you were falling in love.

With time

Summary: Owning a flower shop across the cemetery leaves you to meet a wide variety of people. Including Joel Miller.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 3.9k

Rating: T

Warnings: no outbreak AU, kind of a flower shop AU?, Sarah dies :( , strangers to friends to lovers, mentions of car accidents and injuries, angst, grief, mentions of attempted suicide, healing, fluff, a little bit of oblivious idiots, time jumps, mentions of pregnancy, just really fluffy at the end

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You had read about it in a newspaper. 

A terrible car accident. A drunk driver hit a car, a father and daughter driving home after a soccer game her team had won. The father had been in a coma for three days, having to learn that his daughter had sadly not survived the accident after he finally woke up. 

Sarah Miller. 

A thirteen year old girl. 

Dead because of a reckless drunk driver. 

You remembered her and her father, how could you not? 

Sarah used to ask you a million questions about every single flower and you always answered each and every one of them, loving the way her eye lit up every time she learned something new.

They visited your store occasionally, buying the brightest flowers for her Grandma who had passed away a couple years before. She had told you that her Grandma loved sunflowers before proceeding to beg her father to buy the biggest arrangement of sunflowers for her grandma’s birthday the last time they had been here. 

You remembered the way her father had sighed seemingly annoyed, yet fighting against a smile before he had looked at you and asked you how much all the sunflowers would be. 

this is sad, and heartbreaking. but the ending... worth every second. you did it again. great job. ❤️

Thank you 🥹

The Unbearable Weight of Perfection, ch 6

Javi Gutierrez x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

When an accident of fate throws Javi G into the path of his soulmate, his instinct is to dive in head first. Adjusting to life as the fated partner of someone you barely know is going to be harder than either of you suspect, but anything worth having is worth working for. Isn't it?

(This story is heavily inspired by the lovely house museums that I work in every day and the fantastic few months that HBO was using our houses to film a TV show in fall! I spent each day on that set in wonder and I can't wait to share the experience with all of you through this story.)

Rating: E for Explicit! 18+ Word Count: 5.7k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this story include: Cursing, alcohol, food, references to abusive family members -- i.e. Lucas, discussion of money/finances.* Financial disparity, a well intentioned surprise, endless love and affection. Morning sex. Summary: The difference in your finances continues to be a point of tension, but every step forward is a good one. Notes: A relatively short chapter this week, but I couldn't possibly love these two love birds any more. Please enjoy a photo of our reader's beloved library this week!

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5

Sunday, May 18, 2025:

Waking up before your husband isn't necessarily unusual if he's had something to do the night before, and last night he had been sitting at his laptop well past the time you went to bed. Whatever he was up to, you'll find out when he's ready to tell you – but you suspect he was putting in work on his new screenplay idea. For you, this morning was a chance to enjoy a little peace and quiet. A pot of coffee with the early morning sun, a chance to use up some of your leftover veggies by making a quiche to start the day. It will be out of the oven any minute and you'll wake Javi up with a tray of breakfast in bed. There's nothing more indulgent on a weekend than that.

Javi turns over, reaching out for you in his sleep and frowning when he doesn’t feel your warmth. Still not waking up yet, he moves to the middle of the bed and curls around the pillow you had brought from your apartment, claiming it was your favorite.

Somehow in my sleepy-ass state this got posted in the wee hours of the EST morning. Happy Soulmate Sunday everyone!

Closed Position Teaser

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Hello my lovelies!

I come bearing some excellent news and a teaser for the next chapter of Closed Position. The good news is...the chapter is basically done. I just have a smidge left to write and the editing. I can't give an exact day I plan to post because I do have a couple of travel days for work this coming week, but it will definitely be before the week is over. My guess is it will be around 10k words (shocking, I know) and it is in fact all from Kat's POV.

I do have more about this chapter after the teaser. It's basically a couple of past conversations to review because they will be referenced. So give those a quick skim as a refresher.

Now for the good stuff...

Week 8: Viennese Waltz Teaser

Let's just say we get a very sassy Dieter during their weekly production meeting in this chapter. He sort of unleashes after this and it's kind of hot to be honest. 😏

Given that it's been a while since some of you may have read the earlier chapters, might I recommend you review the bits of past conversations below before you dig into the next chapter because we will be circling back to them. 😬

Spring Breaks Loose

summary: It's a beautiful Spring day, and you're spending it with Javier and your two pet calves, Daphne and Velma. To keep your husband on his toes, you ask him some very random questions.

pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader

rating: T (No y/n, Husband Javier Peña, Soft Javier Peña, mild language, oral sex mention (f + m receiving), domestic fluff, slice of life, pregnancy, waxing poetic about cheese, romantic comedy, Javier referring to you, Daphne, and Velma as ‘his girls’)

word count: 1.5k

a/n: Hello there! To celebrate Learning to Live's third birthday (insane), I wrote something that has art! Thank you to all of those still reading this labor of my love. It means a lot to me that you've stuck with me this long. This story will always have a special place in my heart, and I'm so happy to share it with others. ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you!

Art by the incredible @kenobiwanx! (Thank you, it's perfect!)

(Note: Cielito is a reader-insert character and written without physical attributes, so you can picture her however you want. Cielito is you! I just needed a reference for the artwork, so I chose a model that kind of looked like me. 😊)

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Dancing Through Life

A mini Your Vampire fic

“Max, you said you’d dress up.”

“I said I’d be Glinda. And this,” he gestured to his pink shirt and tie which perfectly coordinated with his black suit, “is as Glinda as I’m going to get.”

“You look amazing in a pink suit though.”

“I know I would. But I don’t think the world is ready for such magnificence,” he stopped adjusting his tie and turned away from the mirror to look at you. “Now you, my darling wife, look positively wicked.”

You stood up and let Max twirl you so the green dress you were wearing swirled around you.

Tonight, the two of you were off to the cinema to see the cinematic adaptation of the musical Wicked. You were excited, your husband on the other hand.

“Still dubious?” you asked him.

“Yeah, well, this is only Part One and it’s the same runtime as the entire musical?”

“You have to admit they do run by the plot very quickly. Maybe, they’ll slow it down, let the story unfold slowly,” he scowled slightly. “Don’t go judging a person by the greenness of their skin.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m trying to keep to the theme,” you picked up your purse. “Now come on, we don’t want to be late.”

You started to leave, but the strong arm of your husband stopped you.

He pulled you close, “But you’re dressed so beautifully. I’d hate for anyone else to gaze upon you.”

“Max, remember how we took a week off to have all the crazy sex?”

“Yes,” he mused.

“Well, that was last week. This week, we have to go out and mingle with people.”

Max pouted, “But I hate people.”

“You don’t hate me.”

“You, my darling wife, are my vampiric soulmate, you don’t count among people.”

“You’re sweet,” you kissed his cheek. “But I want to see this film, and you know how I am when I want something.”

“I know, and I enjoy it.”

Time moves differently when you’re a vampire. Ten years can move as swiftly as the blink of an eye. So ten years of marriage between two vampire soulmates went as swift as the wings of a bat, to keep it in theme.

The time was spent in pure enjoyment; going to musicals, snuggling on the couch watching movie, musicals, learning to dance as well as various other physical activities.

Now, the two of you were outside the cinema. You splashed out for the luxury cinema as you wanted it to feel like going to the theatre and so Max wouldn’t grumble around people much, so you could just sit back and enjoy.

It was hard to find anything to hate about what you watched. Casting professional singers certainly made a difference so all the focus went into great performances. By the end of it, you were crying. Defying Gravity was always going to make you cry but somehow, the emersion of the cinema stirred more emotion in you. Thankfully, vampires don’t cry blood like in some screen depictions but the fluid coming out of your eyes was a little different to when you were a human.

Turning to see how your husband was doing, you noticed that Max had put on his sunglasses.

“Good?” you asked.

“Yup, it was good.”

The sunglasses were hiding the fact that Max was a sobbing mess of a vampire. He did the same thing when you saw Waitress: The Musical. A few small tears made him look dignified but the amount he was crying would shatter the illusion of Max Phillips: awesome vampire businessman.

You squeezed his hand in understanding.

“So,” he said after drying his tears. “When is Part Two out?”

“Next year.”

“That feels too far away.”

“I’m sure next year will fly by sooner than we think.”

Hello and Goodbye.

Hey folks,

I am so tired of people making no fucking effort to include our POC sisters in things like stories, moodboards, drabbles, etc. I am sick of my POC friends being targeted with ugly messages, the most vile shit I've ever seen behind pathetic anon accounts.

I'm tired of people sending me messages about how hard it is as white women to navigate all this. You have been provided SO much information by @almostempty who has gone to great lengths to share valuable resources. All you have to do is read it and you won't even do that.

I'm frustrated that people send me messages about how it's "not just POC that are marginalized" - AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I am so very aware of that! The thing is, this is ABOUT OUR POC SISTERS RIGHT NOW. This does not diminish your struggle, but it is a completely different one and I want to give it my focus. I hope you can understand and empathize with that. If you want to start your own platform about your own issues PLEASE DO IT and as long as its not hateful, I will happily support it!

I'm disgusted with big accounts sitting there doing FUCK ALL to support the message of inclusivity and can only assume that their silence means they support the opposite. I'm happy to be proven wrong.

Seriously what the fuck is wrong with this fandom? We preach inclusivity and then make zero fucking effort to actually do it???? So many are collectively lusting after a POC man but ignoring the POC women?! MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.

Today I made these to show that is ENTIRELY POSSIBLE to make adorable/sweet/aesthetic moodboards for the PPCU highlighting our gorgeous POC community.

This is small, but I hope it brings a smile to someone's face.

On that note, I'm taking a break from posting my content here. Too much ugly shit is popping up in my friend's inboxes, too much racism thrown around, too much apathy from other creators and honestly, this place is getting fucking gross. I'll still be lurking, still reblogging, but I'm not staying invested in a vacuum of hateful bigots.

To everyone who has made an effort, I love you! To everyone making mistakes because they are trying to learn, I love you! To everyone making beautiful and inclusive content, I love you! To the friends I've made here- message me, I love you!

Please keep challenging yourself, please keep striving for inclusivity, PLEASE don't let this conversation end. Challenge others, provide kind feedback when you see alarming/offensive/white-centered stuff marked f!reader, be okay with not having everything catered to you. It's how our POC sisters have lived their entire lives and not just online.

Until then you can find me on A03.

Hands To Myself | Javier Peña x F!Reader | ~4k wc | Explicit. Minors DNI.

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𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ꥟ Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ꥟ It had been years since you ran away from Joel Miller, a hunter, frightened for your life and of who he had become. Before the infected roamed he was the grumpy single father of a chirpy little girl who lived across the street from you and kept himself to himself… until he didn’t, not with you at least when you began watching over Sarah while he couldn’t. He became someone who you could talk to, a friend dare you say, a silly little crush and your lifeline at the beginning of the apocalypse.

Now you are residing in Jackson, a slice of heaven in a cruel world, the perfect distraction from your past and the hell you went through to get away from it. However, you realize that the past really does always come back to haunt you when all too familiar faces arrive at Jackson and you have no other choice but to face Joel again, who makes it his mission to fix your broken friendship.

Unable to fight your heart, feelings resurface and lines blur when it becomes clear that you are just as much Joel’s lifeline as he is yours.

𝑨 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ꥟ Horror themes, not strictly following the first game/season + not at all following the second season/game so kinda au, reader can sing and play guitar, weapons, bad language, death, grief, angst, mentions of pregnancy and stillbirth, blood, mention of vomit, violence, nightmares, PTSD, a lil smidge of dark!Joel, Jackson!Joel, soft & protective with a bit of a dad bod!Joel, unrequited love until it isn’t, jealousy, mutual pining, age gap (reader is 36 and Joel is 56) and smUUUUT (‼️) so you must be 18+ to read❗️

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 ꥟ 11K

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 ꥟ a Platonic (with a capital ‘P’‼️) reader x Joel pre-apocalypse flashback / reader having a lil unrequited crush on Joel, mention of unrequited love, bad language, mention of parental neglect, grief, angst, weapons, violence, blood, PTSD symptoms, mention of death, mention of pregnancy and some mutual pining.

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲! 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 ‘𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞’ 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭! <𝟑

⇜ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

THEN

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟑

"It doesn't matter where you go or what you do - I wanna spend each moment of the day with you - well, look what has happe—"

Lights, Camera, Colombia

💫  Chapter One 💫 

Summary: Ten years after he quit the DEA Javi gets approached by a production company, asking if he would like to be involved in the production of a documentary about Pablo Escobar and the drug war. When he agrees, he meets you, one of the producers of the documentary and the woman who he will spend the next months working with on the documentary and travel back to Colombia, the woman who will get to know about the side of him that he never wants anyone to see, the woman he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

Chapter Summary: Javi and you finally meet when you pick him up at the airport in Colombia and you get to know each other. And oh boy you just know the next couple of weeks are gonna be trouble....

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem. reader

Wordcount: 7.4k

Rating: T (for some flirting)

Warnings: angst, fluff, a look into Javi’s head, Javi's anxiety, food mentions, flirting so much flirting

A/N: I am so excited to finally get the first full chapter out! I tried to do as much research as possible but we all know this is fictional so just roll with it lol

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Flying was not something Javier particularly enjoyed. 

It wasn’t even the flying part about it, but all the rest. And most of it, the waiting. He hated to sit around and just do…. Nothing. Hell, he even brought a book with him that he attempted to read on the layover in Houston. Instead he went to the bar to have a beer.

He had been okay in the planing of this trip to Colombia. He had checked in with you, made a couple of suggestions, even though what you had planned out was already close to perfect. 

The two of you had talked quite a lot through email and through phone to get to know each other a little before spending so much time one on one. 

He knew a little about your family and that you had been working with TC production for a little over five years now. The last documentary you had worked on had won a couple of awards and after finding out about that Javier had asked you to send a copy of it to him so he could watch it. 

And you did.