Mrs. George & Mr. George: You Are Not Good Enough For My Daughter.

Mrs. George & Mr. George: you are not good enough for my daughter.

Janis: you’re not good enough for your daughter

Mr. George: excuse me?

Janis: you heard me.

Tumblr on the computer is so cool 😎 I normally use my phone but I tried computer for the first time ever and it’s really cool

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I Dare You(to love me)

Jos Cleary-Lopez x physically disabled fem! reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut— oral, fingering, kissing, marking, slight overstimulation, first time(reader receiving), fluff, some angst, mentions to surgery & scars.

Reader’s first time reveals some truths about herself to Jos.

Bit of self-insert, sorry not sorry🫢

(Pictures used a from Tumblr & Pinterest)

“y/n, it is the middle of summer. You’re already sweating.” Jos says quietly, “Why are you still wearing long pants?”

You looked back at her, swallowing harshly as you began to panic. You couldn’t let her know, you could never. She’d hate you and be disgusted with you just like anyone else, then. The more you thought about it, the more you felt like crying. You feel the painful lump in your throat and the racing of your heart. Fiddling with your thumbs, you looked down and your crossed legs.

Jos doesn’t back down. She asks again, “Baby, what’s the matter? You can tell me anything, you know that.”

Your fists balled together trying to divert the tears that were pricking your eyes, away. “Look at me, y/n.” She says, moving closer to you. You shook your head, still avoiding her gaze. “Baby, please.” She repeated, hand reaching for your chin and tilting it up so she could see your face. The card game on the floor was long forgotten.

“You’ll just be disgusted by me like everyone else.” You croaked.

Her eyes narrowed, puzzled. But her gaze was soft and filled with obvious concern. “y/n, I don’t— I promise you, nothing about you could make me feel that way.”

“I don’t know how to tell you.” You admit. “I’m scared.” A tear slips from your eye. “I like you so much, Jos. And every time our make-outs almost turn into more and I just— I know I say no to it but it’s not because I don’t want to do it.”

She looks at you, still concerned but listening attentively.

For the lack of better words, you rolled up jeans to show her. “I…have cerebral palsy.” You revealed fearfully, “I had to get surgery twice when I was a kid to make sure I would stop tiptoeing and actually walk because my muscles and tendons were so tight. So by the end of twelve years, two surgeries and four long and very obvious, ugly scars…after many of my friends saw these and got terrified a disgusted by them…I don’t ever show them. Because I know better than to do that.”

She looked at them, then looked at you. You got self-conscious and looked away again. “Baby, they’re not ugly. Okay? And as cheesy as it sounds, they got you to where you are today. It improved your life, you could do more of what you wanted. Kids are assholes sometimes, they didn’t know better. But I do, I know you and those scars and your condition don’t define you. What does define you, however, is how you treat others with so much respect no matter how nasty some people can get with you. You’re kind, you cherish your friends, your family, me. You love me for who I am. y/n, you are perfect the way you are. You are my girlfriend- you’re perfect for me.”

You told yourself not to cry, but of course she still managed to make you cry. You shook your head, desperately rejecting what she was telling you. Your mind didn’t want to accept it even though it was the sort of response you’ve always wanted. You couldn’t believe your ears, and not in a good way. But damn, your eyes watching Jos…how that tank top perfectly hugged her figure? It was making you feel some things. You exhaled harshly, avoiding her eyes again while swiping the tears away, “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for? Don’t ever apologise for things that aren’t your fault.” Jos sat closer to you, tilting your chin again so she could see your face. “I’m just happy you trust me enough and told me so I know what to look out for and help you.”

“I’m not used to such a reaction so I just— I can’t believe it, literally.” You admit, “But thank you, Jos. For not ditching me like everyone else has.”

She doesn’t say anything but smile at you, cupping your cheek and leaning in. Her eyes silently asking for permission to kiss you. You were feeling so many emotions at once, but desire won. You nodded, allowing her to crash her lips onto your own.

“Ever done this before?”

“No.” You mumbled.

“That’s okay, I got you. We'll figure it out together." She assured, "You can show me how you like me to do it."

Fuck. You whined into the kiss as she deepens it, then telling you to sit in her lap. You pulled away, looking at her right in the eye. “Yeah, sit in my lap.” She confirms. “Okay…” You agreed hesitantly and let her pull you onto her lap. Her fingers hooked on the hem of your underwear and your jeans, “Take ‘em off, baby.” You gulped, lifting your hips and allowing her to pull both pieces of fabric down. You laugh, it was a bit of struggle but somehow neither of you thought of standing up to remove them first. Once the pieces of clothing were abandoned, you were sat comfortably in her lap. She tilts your face to kiss you, hand cupping and caressing your cheek. Once she started to kiss you, you’d forgotten about your worries. Her free hand was tentatively on your thigh but it soon started inching closer and closer to the juncture between your thighs.

“I’ll take it slow, okay?” She broke away, lips separating unwillingly. Jos looks at you, searching your eyes for the answer since you didn’t open your mouth to talk. “Yeah, yeah.” You finally managed to say, “Okay.” Jos starts kissing you again once she gets a confirmation from you, her fingers ghost your clit and you flinch. A second later, her fingertips were on your clit, rubbing slow circles on it to let your arousal grow for a while. You fought a whine that was caught in your throat, painfully swallowing it when you felt her slide a finger down towards your entrance. Your clit throbs, causing an ache and she’s definitely felt that little movement. Jos chuckles into the kiss, finger teasing your entrance for a little too long. Right before you could complain, she started pushing her finger in slowly. A whimper falls from your lips, muffled by the unending kiss. Jos takes this as her cue to pick up her pace, her hand’s also left your face and was now on one of your thighs to keep them open for her.

Jos laughs lowly, sending a shock down your spine, “You’re so wet, baby…” You whined at that, and the fact that she’s slid a second finger in. “Oh, shit.” She groans at your tightness, fingers staying still so you could get used to the feeling. “Does it hurt?” She asks quickly, gaze studying your face for any signs of discomfort. You mumbled incoherently and shook your head, “Keep going?”

“Okay.” She grins, moving her lips down to your neck while her fingers got back to work. Jos kisses a trail down the side of your neck, and when you let out a yelp at a certain spot, she went back to it and started to kiss it over and over, sucking and then biting down on it lightly. Shit.

You moaned, squirming in your position. Jos chuckles right into your ear, proud that she figured it out so easily. It only made you even whinier. “Baby~ are you close?” She teases.

Your breathing hitches.

“Tell me.” Jos said gently, handing caressing your thigh.

You breathed in then exhaled harshly, painfully admitting, “Yes.”

She smiles then pressed a kiss to your shoulder. Retracting her fingers as much as she could without leaving you, they were then forcefully jammed into you so she could hit your sensitive spot and push you over the edge. Jos did this a few times over before you started to clench erratically around her fingers.

“Shit.” You panted, “Oh, my God.”

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” She cajoled, “That’s good, just let it happen. I’ve got you.” Jos’ voice was so sweet, but her actions were so sinful— it drove you crazy. Your heart was beating in your ears, breathing coming out in short gasps, you were whining and whimpering…all because of Jos.

“Go on, baby. Come for me.” She whispers, “Come on.”

With a final push of her fingers poking at the spongy part deep inside you, you felt yourself unravel. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You mumbled, leaning fully onto her while your head fell back onto her shoulder lazily. Jos keeps going though, until you let out particularly high-pitched cry and lifted yourself of her. She quickly removes her fingers from you and eased you back down into her lap while she whispered sweet words into your ears and caressed your thigh, “You’re okay, baby. You’re okay. Breathe, beautiful. You’re alright, I promise.”

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Next thing you know, Jos lifts you off the ground and places you on her mattress. You locked eyes with her. She asks, “You…wanna go again?”

“Again?” You asked, a little bit winded while you leaned against the headboard, legs still apart while she knelt in between them.

She nodded, biting back an excited grin.

“So—”

“I’ll use my mouth if you’d like.” Jos continues.

“Oh.” You said back, the same giddy smile forms on your face again. Nodding your head, she moves, face to face with your dripping cunt, her ass tilted in the air. Dear God.

Jos was incredibly gentle, seeing that you’d just came once. Yet, you were still so sensitive and kept flinching. So, she went slower, and softer. You let out a ragged breath, she holds onto your inner thighs causing your hand to fall off your knee and limply onto your side. “Mm— fuck—” You murmured shakily, “Fuck— Jos— feels so good.”

Satisfied, Jos laughs, breath fanning against your heat and eliciting a whine and a string of profanities to spew from your lips. Jos fully attaches her mouth onto you, like she was trying to suck you dry. The sudden increase in intensity numbed your mind, causing your clit to throb harshly in her mouth and your wetness to leak out more and more every time she did it. You cried out, “Fuck!” You gripped the sheets beneath you, unsure of what the hell you could do with them other than that.

A long string of ‘oh, my god’ and ‘fuck’ coupled with her name comes from you without an end as she ruthlessly ate you out, helping reach your second high with ease. Your hips bucked right before you came, making Jos grip onto your thighs harder so you stayed put like this— closer to her face than ever. Your knees were giving way, though and she knew so she just let that happen too after a little bit. You fall back on the mattress, a whiny mess following her ministrations. Trembling as you came down from your climax, you were also breathless.

“Fuck, that was so hot.” Jos knelt again then sat down. Your gaze falls onto her face, and you were dumbfounded. Using her hand to clean off her face and chin that was dripping with your cum, she leans forward to capture your lips into her own. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Mhm.” You hummed, “I’m okay.”

Her hand strokes your cheek, “Good. You did so good, baby.”

You smiled blissfully, catching her gaze for a beat, “Fuck.”

“So beautiful, baby.” A similar smile creeps onto her face as she attacks you with kiss after kiss all over your face making you giggle.

“I love you.” You told her, arm resting on her shoulder as she sits before you and between your legs.

“I love you more, baby.” She seals the promise with yet another kiss, “I love you— so, so fucking much.”

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Good morning you hurt my feelings but it’s ok Janis will fix it

Birds Of A Feather

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader

Warnings: angst, coarse language, mentions/descriptions of suicide & sickness, chronic pain

In which reader has had enough of the physical pain and wants to put her suffering to an end.

“What’s wrong, Janis?” Damian asked.

“Have you talked to y/n?”

“No, why?”

“I’m worried about her. She hasn’t been answering my texts…or calls. And she hasn’t been in school for what, two days now?”

“Did you go—”

“First thing I did.” Janis sighs, “Her Mom says she’s in the hospital but doesn’t want to see anyone. But apparently that means cutting everyone off.”

“Girl, you know she’s having a hard time right now.”

“When is she not?” Janis snaps.

“Janis.” Damian gasped, “That’s not like you.”

Janis sighs, shutting her locker. “She’s my best friend, I love her. But every time, every time she has a bad day, or has a bad flare up, god forbid she gets a migraine episode— she doesn’t tell me. She doesn’t tell you, she just suffers in silence. I have to pry and then she gets upset, then I get upset for upsetting her. Why is it so bad that she talks to me about stuff like that? Why does she have to go through all of that alone?”

You and Janis have been neighbours your whole entire lives. Quickly, you two became friends, then best friends. Going to the same school, you two only grew closer and became a trio with Damian. But there was a stark difference between your personality and theirs— while they were outspoken, you were an introvert. Janis loved you to bits but hate that you were so hard to get through to. Stubborn, afraid to be a bother, anxious.

Janis was the only one who knew how to handle you. Other people didn’t exactly know you like she did. Janis knew you were dealing with all sorts of shit— you have been for a big part of your life. You’ve been sick, due to more conditions than one. Well, other people couldn’t tell that you were. They were what your doctors called ‘invisible conditions’ and thanks to your freakishly high pain tolerance that you’ve built up over the years, you could function even when in pain. Janis could never figure when you needed help because you never asked for it. What’s more, this wasn’t the only time you were in the hospital for similar reasons and didn’t tell anyone.

You’d admit, you would love to just be held by Janis while you cried and slept through the pain and be comforted by her— your best friend. You knew she’d readily agree, but you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed if you did ask so never did, and just went through each and every ‘episode’ alone. You and Janis did everything together, everything. Experience a lot of firsts together. Everything, but this. Your chronic illness and pain was something you shared with her but she’s never witnessed your lowest of lows. Ever.

Eventually, Janis persuaded your Mother to give her the hospital’s address and your room number. You thought you were hallucinating when you saw Janis walking down the hall to your room. You locked eyes with her right before she knocks on the door and stepped inside the hospital room.

“Why the fuck are you here, Janis?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you’re my best friend and I’m worried about you?” Janis bites back a scoff, but her words cut through your heart, “I don’t get it. Why is it so hard to admit to me that you’re in pain. I may not be able to take it away, but I want to help you. Be there for you. We’ve been friends our whole lives, y/n.”

“All my life…I was always the problem kid. Something’s always wrong with me, something about me always worries someone, keeps someone up at night. ‘oh, she needs to take this medication every six hours’, ‘y/n has to go for an MRI scan every four months’, ‘oh, no, poor y/n needs to go get poked and prodded again because the tumor grew back’. I’m sick of it. I don’t know why you even bother with me, Janis. Why? Why can’t you just leave me like everyone else? I don’t want to be someone else’s burden. Anymore than I already have been. Especially not yours.”

“So that’s it, you just want me to get up and leave?” Janis sighs, her words harsh but her eyes…they were filled with heartache, brimming with tears. Janis couldn’t bear to leave you, not when you were so distraught. Not when you clearly need someone there to hold you.

“Don’t you want to get up and leave?” You answered, “I know I want to. I want to leave and never come back. Leave this earth so I don’t have to be in pain anymore. I don’t want this anymore.”

“That’s…” Janis exhales, “That’s so selfish.”

“Is it so wrong for me to be just a little selfish? I haven’t felt like myself in years, Janis. So I’m sorry, I’m feeling this way but I’ve had enough of pretending to be okay when I’m clearly not.”

For the first time in your life, Janis bursts into tears. She was sobbing, right in front of you. “Baby,” She holds your hands in her own, “Please don’t leave me.”

You swallowed the painful lump in your throat, trying to free your hands from hers, but you fail. “I’m tired of fighting, Jan.”

“Let me do it. Let me do that for you, I’ll stay strong for you when you can’t.” Janis says as tears streamed down her face, “I can’t live without you, y/n. Please, we’ve always done everything together. I don’t want you to give up now, baby. Anything you need, I’ll do my best to give it to you, to help you get through the bad days, please.”

Seeing her cry made you cry like a baby, “What the hell— what the hell are you saying, Jan? You don’t—”

“I mean every word. From this moment on, you tell me when you need to take the time off school to stay home. You tell me if you need painkillers, a heating pad, soup, tea, for me to hold you, cuddle with you and kiss you till you fall asleep and get some rest. I don’t care what time of day it is, I don’t care how shitty you look, I don’t care how far away I am from you, I will be there to look after you. I care about you, please don’t push me away. I love you.”

“You— what…?” Your breathing hitches.

“I love you.” She looks at you right in the eyes, “I love you, y/n. I’ve got you, it’s okay to…not be okay all the time. With me, you’re safe. I will never ever leave you like other people did. We made a promise remember? That we’ll always stick together.”

“Like birds of a feather.”

“Like birds of a feather.” You nodded, sniffling.

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Okay, full disclosure, my mind just wandered and I thought of this little scenario and I had to get it out of my system so it’s not a polished fic by any means, but here it is anyway.

Fun little Angst blurb I made

“I’m here for you baby, every step of the way…it- it’s gonna be hard, really hard and there are gonna be times where you wanna give up but you just gotta keep trying, you gotta push through… but you don’t have to do this alone, I’m here just remember I’m always gonna be here” ___ grabs her hand and gently runs her thumb over ___ knuckles “I’m just so scared” she says trying to pushing through a sob

Im not sure which character I’m using but I’m thinking x reader for sure because I love being comforted lol

Silly character interaction based off the fact @frogs00 said Janis bites

*janis and y/n sitting on the couch*

Janis: hey can I see your arm really quick

Y/n: uh yeah sure *gives Janis their arm*

Janis: *gently bites y/n*

Y/n: OW WHAT THE FUCK *pulls their arm away* why would you do that?

Janis: *shrugs* nom nom

Y/n: how would you feel if I bit you?!?!

Janis: *give y/n their arm*

Y/n: *bites Janis gently* wait that’s actually kind of fun

Janis: SEE NOW YOU CANT JUDGE ME

Damian: why are you two so weird?