#i hope I continue to have more years to spend with you bestie. i love you <3 | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

thefusioncelestial · 8 months ago

Text

Mix 20: Together Again in the Next Life

The song choice for this story is Past Lives by Borns.

Here is Rayan:

Handsome, rich, and will be the head of his family some day. But there is an issue.

He is gay.

The issue was not his religion, but of the family rules. The heir of the house can not marry a man because he is expected to continue the line. If he was a second or third son, it would be ok, heck his second sister is dating his bestie for life, Laila.

This is nothing new for his family as supposedly his great grandfather had the same issue, but did his duty. As for his proposed mate, he & his family was sent to an eastern European country to live another life.

Thing is...fate has a funny way of striking back.

The one who he wants to be with is Luka:

Come to find out, he is the great grand nephew of his great grandfather's jilted lover.

It was an open secret, but the family of this rejected man wasn't abandoned by his ancestor. When his lover was sent away, his family went with him. As a protest, he never took another lover, but his sister did have descendants, and this is where Luka came in. They were employed to take care of one of Rayan's father's properties. It was a beautiful lake house.

Rayan & Luka grew up together in a way. He spent summers there, and they got to know each other that way, and when it came time to look at other people in that way, they fell in love.

Rayan told his father, but his father wouldn't budge. The family line continues with him no matter what.

He & Luka both graduated from university, separate ones at that in hopes that Rayan would fall in love with a girl and forget about Luka, but it didn't work. They made their long distance relationship work against all of the odds.

The family was unmoved. Rayan & his great grandfather were not the first & second cases of this, and they won out every-time. If Rayan walked out on them, they would move on to the second son.

Rayan was informed as an "graduation" gift that he would be married to the daughter of a powerful ceo of a beef company. They would marry in during the Muslim month of Sha'ban.

Rayan was devastated & so was Luka when he got the news.

Rayan was on his way to see his true love one more time. He would give into his family's demands. With the power & wealth, he could at least continue supporting Luka & his family.

The area was this dull blue-grey & overcast like in Twilight.

Rayan hated Twilight.

He walked through the home & found it empty of staff. This was typical so that Rayan & Luka could spend personal time together without prying eyes.

He was soon out back with the lake facing him. Luka was down there cutting the view. How could Rayan enjoy the view when the most beautiful man was right there.

Luka was holding a sign up:

"No shirt lift, No love."

Rayan was perplexed by this. Luka was bad at jokes and a tad strange when he tried to be romantic. His whole family was eccentric in their own ways. Luka's father was obsessed with oranges. Spent his whole life studying them.

Rayan did as the sign said:

He let it down and went to Luka. They both had beaming smiles. It was not too long before they broke into a hug.

The joy went into a slight sorrow.

"What's wrong my handsome ghurab," Luka wondered.

"You know why. I am off to be married to someone not you," Rayan said tearfully.

Luka's mood then turned sad as well, but more like an older brother trying to comfort their younger sibling. He then took his right hand and wiped the tears from Rayan's face and kissed his forehead.

"You know this will be the last ti-"

"Don't worry about that. You are here. I am here. Let's forget about that while we are here," Luka said.

Luka was eccentric, but he was also the more mature of the two. He had a habit of trying to make the best of even bad situations.

Rayan was under a lot of pressure. He was part of a family with a long history & silently powerful. Thousands of years of history was riding on him. His worries extended to more than just who he married. That power & wealth demanded growth or maintenance. If only Luka could be there by his side to assure him. But his father feared that Luka would be Rayan's side piece, getting caught once in the embrace of love making would take the family down. The family was unusually liberal about same sex relationships, but their society & religion was not.

Rayan could lose his life.

Luka broke away from their embrace, but kept his grip on Rayan's right hand. Rayan was the physically stronger between the two, but he was in no state to want to leave Luka's touch.

They were soon at the coast of the lake, water lapping at their feet in waves. It was warm, unusually warm.

Luka looked back at Rayan with the warm smile.

"Trust me," Luka said in a confident but soft tone.

He walked into the lake and pulled Rayan along with him. When he was waist deep, he let go of Rayan. He swam to the center of the lake, now just his upper neck & head visible.

Rayan was confused. Luka did a head nod to beckon Rayan to him. Rayan sighed and followed suit. After a few minutes they both were facing each other, just neck & heads.

They were deadpan in the face & staring at each other. They were noting every feature on each other's face.

The sky went from gloomy to deadly. It started to rain and lightning was heard & seen. Yet despite the danger, neither moved or talked about getting out of the water.

Luka love how the rain slid down Rayan's face, and in turn Rayan loved the bright contrast the light of lightning imparted on Luka's.

They were Rain & Lightning. Together they were the Storm.

Luka went underwater for a moment, and Rayan felt something under his shirt. After a few minutes of something touching him all over, Luka appeared above the water now sharing Rayan's shirt. It was stretchy enough to hold both.

"Just a moment," Luka said.

Rayan smiled but also clinched his teeth. Feeling Luka move about skin touching made him ticklish. Luka forced his legs through Rayan's pants and underwear. They were now wearing the same pair of clothes.

The shoes didn't make it. Both pairs fell off their feet with the socks, and were now sinking to the bottom of the lake.

They stared at each other without talking and started to kiss. Underneath the waves they embraced each other. One last cuddle in the lake surrounded by rain, wind, and lightning. It was as if mother nature was sad at their soon to be departure.

But something happened. A bolt of lightning hit the water near them. The lovers were felt no pain, but they quickly seized up and were out cold. Their eyes went literally white. They were still embracing each other.

Was this their fate? To die together young?

Luka & Rayan were now in a white space together. In that day's clothing but out of the water & dry. They were embracing each other, but when they came to they broke the embrace more concerned with their new surroundings.

"Where are we," Rayan thought.

"I don't know, maybe we broke the matrix," Luka said.

Luka hates The Matrix franchise.

Rayan flinched. Did he just hear Luka's thoughts? Did Luke hear his?

"Cool," Luka said. His calm nature & eccentric traits keeping him from panicking.

"I see you are still a scary cat even after reincarnation. I am sure the now me will fix that soon," a voice boomed.

A young man appeared before the duo. Luka was confused, but Rayan recognized him! Luka's great grand uncle, the one his own great grand father loved.

"Ha, as if. Maybe the new me will heal that scar on yours," another voice boomed.

Rayan turned, it was his great grand father, but in the prime of his youth.

"Jaddi," Rayan boomed.

"Still as emotional as always. I loved that about that you," his Yaddi said.

"Where are we, what is going on," both Luka & Rayan said at the same time.

Both ancestors looked around.

Yaddi said:

"I am guessing we are in both your head spaces. As for why, you two have been given a great opportunity. I know what you two are going through. I was in a similar boat."

He looked at his true love Omar. Samir blushed.

"We both were, but we didn't get a chance to choose this."

"What is this & why are you here," Luka asked.

Omar said:

"Like he said, this is your headspace. Quite empty by the way."

A chair popped out of nowhere behind Omar & he sat.

"Much better."

Samir did the same.

"You are getting a choice. See those two black swirls there, jump in & you wake up as Luka & Rayan and you copy the decisions of your past lives. Go through the green swirl & you movein this world together as one."

"We get to be together," Luka sounded excited.

"What do you mean past lives," Rayan asked.

Samir said:

"We are you and you are us. By some cosmic joke I reincarnated as my own great grandson & the heir at that."

Omar said:

"And my own great grand nephew. It appears that family traditions can't keep us apart. We found each other in the next life and fell in love again. My guess to give us a chance to choose different."

The ancestors got up and walked towards Luka & Rayan. They faded away into their respective current selves.

"Choose love," they both said.

Luka & Rayan were dumbfounded. They were soul mates. Literally.

It didn't take much convincing after that. They were soon at the green swirl. They took one deep breath together and jumped in together.

They were in a mental replica of the lake house. It was bright outside. Somehow they knew that they chose love, to be together.

This was their mental space now, his space now. They mentally became one. His mind & self being, founded in love.

Outside in the real world, the two lovers were still in the lake surrounded by the storm. Their heads were initially cocked back facing the sky, but their heads moved the rest on each other's shoulders. They also began to breath in tandem with each other. One exhaled, the other inhaled.

The side of their faces that were touching each other began to mix & merge with each other. Each breath pushing their heads closer & closer to being one.

Half way through this, their chest followed suit in merging more like melting, and their legs & feet too. The arms & hands that was touching their backs and obliques soon melted into those same backs.

When this was 75% done, their waists & nether regions mixed and merged.

A few more moments later and they were one humanoid mass. Featureless, but clearly human.

Another lightning bolt hit near this being. The energy released was used to fuel the next stage.

Luka's & Rayan's dna broke apart and remixed into a new helix.

If one could hear clearly underwater, they would hear cracks and pops. Luka was taller than Rayan, and so the new being's spine was getting longer. Pressure & release was felt as new vertebrae was forming. This happened with the legs and arms as well. And following the bone lengthening was bone thickening in all of the skeletal structure. This stopped once the being was 6'8.

As if a empty balloon, the chest began to fill slowly with new muscle as if it was taking in water. This also happened with the legs and arms. The being had no mouth but you could hear it moaning. As the muscles fill in, it felt itself getting physically stronger and stronger.

There was a sudden pop. The shoulders and neck exploded with muscle. More than what Luka & Rayan had.

"Ahhh"

Stomach was initially a bubble gut, but the skin began to get tighter. The passing of each second, the stomach began to shrink and tighten, the bubble gut gave way to an eight pack.

"Ugh"

At the same time the buttock grew two sizes in two pops, but the nether regions grew with more consistency, like he was getting slowly erect. At the skin tightening reached his nether regions, he had Rayan's girth, and Luka's length. His jewels were the combined mass totals of his fusees jewels.

The skin around his hands and toes tightened too, he now had properly formed digits.

His was breathing slowly now. Each breath brought in a facial feature.

His eyes were Rayan's, but had hints of Luka's. His eyebrows were a bushier form of Rayan's but a slight cut in the right eyebrow formed, a hallmark of Luka's scar. He had Luka's nose only a bit more flatter at the bottom. His ears were Luka's as well, but more rounder. His mouth a mix of the two. He had Luka's skull shape and chiseled features.

From his family jewels, a wave of testosterone flooded his body. Hair exploded from the base of his rod, a little in his chest, and all over his face. It was curly & black like Ryan's. Luka wanted Rayan to grow his hair out a little. He got that wish.

His skin color was at first like a swirl of two skin tones, but they settled on Rayan's.

Another lightning strike hit the water. The being was knocked out. He absorbed some of this energy as life force. Mother Nature was making sure he had an extra push.

He woke up, but he was lying on the coast of the lake instead of being inside it.

He stood up:

"What is going on, who am I," he wondered.

It was still raining but lightly, but the sun was coming out. It gave him a red glow.

He walked back to the lake house, and was greeted by the servants there. They greeted him by Rayan's family name to denote respect. He was taken to his bedroom to dry up & not get sick.

He looked at the mirror.

"I am Rayan, no Luka," he was struggling to remember who he was. He had both of their memories in complete detail. And yet he had ones completely his own.

After a dry off & some new clothes, he remembered everything. Luka & Rayan merged to form him so that could be together forever. He was the heir in Rayan's family, his family. He was set to marry Amira, heiress to some radish fortune. But unlike the beef heiress of the old timeline, he liked Amira. Liked, not loved. They grew up together & were best friends. Maybe they turn that like into love.

Thanks to the boldness & confidence Luka imparted in this being, he had postponed the wedding by almost a decade. He would be allowed to discover & grow into his adulthood.

He was Rayan, he was Luka, but more importantly, he was Nazih.

#male merge #thefusioncelestial #musclegrowth #muscle #muscular #male body merge #absorption #male fusion #male pred #male body transformation #Fusion #merge #merging #body merging #merging tf #male transformation #transformation

128 notes · View notes

peqchsoup · 5 months ago

Note

could you maybe write a q x shy!reader story? it can be fluff or smut i just feel like his dynamic would be so cute w a shy girl

Quiet Eyes | Q x Shy!Reader

I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK A MONTH AND A HALF I HAD A MENTAL BREAKDOWN BUT IM BACK

anyway, enjoy some Q fluff on this fine mid-march afternoon. I'm gonna continue working through all of my reqs!

I hope I did shy reader justice

It had been around three weeks since you started as the new sound tech on the set of Impractical Jokers. You were the one in charge of making sure members of the public could be heard on the show when the jokers were interacting with them. Because of that, you constantly had headphones either over your ears to listen in while shooting, or around your neck when nothing was being filmed.

Even though you had been on the show for a short time, you were quickly becoming friends with a lot of the crew. Jason in makeup had quickly adopted you as his work bestie, the two of you clicking instantly when you first spoke. You had a lot of things in common, especially your love for LGBTQ+ advocates and icons throughout history, and the fact that he found you adorable.

On the Friday of your second week, Jason invited you out for drinks with some of the other crew members so you could get to know them and be ‘officially initiated’ as he put it. You weren’t certain at the idea, being quite a shy person who had always kept to herself, but you told yourself before starting this job that you were going to be more out there and push outside of your comfort zone. So, you agreed. That was your first mistake.

The second mistake came at midnight of that Friday night when you were meant to go home, but you were having so much fun that you stayed and had several shots.

Mistake number three came in the form of you whispering to Jason that you only applied to work on the show because you had a huge crush on Q and now that you got to spend time with him in the flesh, that crush had only gotten more intense.

When you woke up at some point on Saturday afternoon with smudged makeup, hair like a bird’s nest and still wearing your clothes, you didn’t remember a thing. And you continued to not remember anything until arriving at work on Monday to find Jason with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Dread pooled deep in your stomach as the events of the night played back in your head. Jason walked you to the van and sat next you as you began the short journey to the day’s filming location.

“Someone had fun on Friday night, huh?” Jason smirked at you with that smug grin of his. You continued to frown.

“Say a word to anyone and I will actually kill you.” You whispered through gritted teeth. Jason snorted.

“Yes, ma’am.”

The morning of filming went pretty well, you arrived on location and began to mic the guys up while cameras got in position and the producers went through the challenges for the day. When Jason finished Murr’s makeup, he came to you for his mic. The rest of the guys teased him about his oddly hairy chest from their makeup chairs. You laughed along with them and even through in a couple of lines, earning praise from the rest of the group for your quick wit.

Then came Joe who always felt like a father figure to you, even though he was only 10-15 years older than you. Ever since you started working with them, Joe created a safe space for you to work in. He gave you a hug at the end of your first day and welcomed you to the show. He was just a really great guy who made you laugh with his terrible dad jokes and funny facial expressions.

Third in line was Sal. Another one who made you feel safe and welcome. All of the guys did, but Joe and Sal especially. You kind of had a crush on Sal, but it was more like a friend crush. When you weren’t with him you craved his company, but you didn’t see him in a romantic light at all.

Last but certainly not least came Q. The second he stepped up to you, you instantly had a blush crawling up your neck. You glanced toward Jason who was, of course, smirking at you while you picked up Q’s mic. Being this far into the show, the guys were used to the mic-ing process. As you were grabbing the pack, Q lifted his shirt over his head to remove it. With the nature of the show, the mics had to be hidden, often in a button if they were wearing a shirt with buttonholes or, when not wearing something with buttons, the mics were taped to their chest. Of course today it was 79 degrees, so Q had gone with a t-shirt.

The blush raged over your cheeks as you tore off a little piece of body tape, trying not to stare at the man standing in front of you. With one hand on the tape, the other picked up the microphone and placed it gently against the centre of his chest. His warmth spread over you quickly, warmth radiating from the core of his body. You placed the tape carefully and gave it a small pat to keep the mic in place before adding a second piece of tape slightly lower than the first.

Filtering the wire through your fingers, you spun around Q to stand facing his back and picked up the pack to plug the wire in. Q didn’t work out much, but you could tell that he really went for it when he did. He was solid as a rock under your hand, but his belly had some extra cushioning and you couldn’t help but admire his love handles as you tucked the pack into his back pocket.

“All finished.” You squeaked and Q reached his arms up to put his shirt back on. His biceps bulged as they raised by his head and just as quickly as he removed his shirt, Q was covered once more.

“Thank you, sweetheart. You know, if you wanna have a longer look you can always ask. Or I can take you for a drink and if I’m lucky I’ll get to show you.” Q quipped. You didn’t notice that he was slowly backing you against the wall until your back met the cool surface. You were a mess. Was it you or was the wall getting hotter? The room was heating up rapidly.

“You don’t think I’ve seen you getting all pink and flustered when I talk to you? When we met I thought a gal like you would already be with someone, I didn’t think I stood a chance.”

Your expression softened at Q’s confession. You never thought someone who looked like him would be nervous around girls, especially you. You searched his face for any kind of smirk or sign that this was a prank but when you were met with nothing, you sighed a breath of relief.

Q grabbed your chin with one hand, the other finding its place on your hip, “may I?” You nodded in his light touch and he leaned down to press his lips against yours. Your hands naturally snaked into his hair and he pressed harder against you to deepen the kiss.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but it wasn’t nearly enough to enjoy the kiss. But, when you pulled back, Q piped up with, “if you wanna do that again, how about I take you for that drink?”

You tried to form words, but the feeling of Q’s lips against your own had your tongue paralysed. So, you answered him with a smile and a nod.

#reader insert #brian quinn #brian quinn x reader #impractical jokers #james murray #q x reader #joe gatto #sal vulcano #rpf

56 notes · View notes

creedslove · 2 years ago

Text

WHO KNEW? 💍💔 - PART THREE

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

"You took my hand, you showed me how

You promised me you'd be around (...)

I took your words and I believed in everything you said to me (...)

If someone said three years from now, you'd be long gone, I'd stand up and punch them out, 'cause they're all wrong

I know better, 'cause you said forever, and ever, who knew?"

Summary: you and Joel try to handle what happens after you both slept together and a revelation brings the truth about the nature of your relationship with Joel

• This is the third part of the small series: Who Knew? 💍💔 (PART ONE | PART TWO) which was also inspired by this amazing HEADCANON request

Warnings: angst, broken hearts, mentions of divorce, mentions of infidelity, fluff, age gap (Joel is four to five years older than reader and the time skip is 12 to 14 years (Sarah's age) but feel free to imagine whatever you want), smut, oral sex (f! receiving/m!receiving) piv, dirty talking, discussions of relationships

A/N: alright besties, I really don't know where this chapter came from, I had sworn I wouldn't write continuations of this story, but here I am, with a serious case of Joel Miller brain rot and all I could think of was him! I love this story with all my heart and I don't know if this chapter is consistent or not, as it was written through several days and I poured my feelings into it, but days change and so do feelings so hehehe, also, I may or may not have been a little too horny for Joel xD, anyway, I hope you beautiful besties like the story ❤️

12.3k words

Waking up by Joel's side was something you could've sworn it would never happen, it would only become a distant memory as the years advanced after the divorce; you thought maybe you would think about it every so often, when nostalgia got the best of you, if you felt lonely at times or maybe even the moments you would spend next to your ideal future husband, a man worthy of you and your love, someone who would actually treat you exactly how you deserved it, who wouldn't run away with the first willing whore he could find and build a life with her, the life that used to be yours, and was supposed to. No, that ideal husband would never steal from you, not your happiness, your beauty or your youth, as much as you closed your eyes and tried picturing this ideal, ethereal man, you were haunted by your ex-husband. It was his smile that came to your mind when you thought of this bittersweet fantasy; his hands that gripped your body, it was him. You realized your deepest wish was to have Joel as that husband; in an alternative universe where he wasn't a jerk, instead, he would be the perfect, sweet and hard-working husband, just like he used to in the beginning, and you both would love and support each other, building up a life, a family and a home together. That was how things were supposed to go, but everyone knew the end of that story.

What nobody except you and Joel knew, was the plot-twisted epilogue of your story with Joel. Very often, you thought of your relationship as a closed book, a shitty, depressing romance novel that had its indignant ending written and done, with no space to fix things up… until your return to Austin and things simply started to happen. You refused to believe it was a new chapter or a new beginning, quite the opposite, as much as your rational said had begged and screamed not to do it, not to get close to Joel and you simply went there and did it, now it begged you to put an end to it, your mind told you the night you'd spent together was just scratching that maddening itch and nothing more. It would be easy to pretend nothing had happened: Tommy had left shortly after the cops arrived at your place and headed to his girlfriend's, according to Joel. Sarah was absolutely clueless and had no idea what was going on, especially after both you and her dad had put an end to her efforts of setting you both up. All you had to do was to convince Joel of the same: it was a mistake, it shouldn't happen again.

But then, at the same time, why was it so good to wake up next to him? In fact, next to him was an understatement, as you were all over him. Safely tucked into his arms during the night, you had switched positions several times like you often did when you slept, but Joel always kept you at arms length, refusing to let go of you no matter what. It shouldn't feel this good, but it did, and even when morning came and it was time to get up, you pretended you didn't really have to. It was your secret, no one would know nor judge you if you stayed a little longer in his bed, what was the worst that could happen, after all? So the moment you felt Joel stirring right behind you, your eyes closed shut and you relaxed your body as best as you could so he would think you were asleep. It was quite stupid, you were aware, but suddenly you felt shy to be awake in his presence?! It was odd, but you didn't know how to act exactly… were you supposed to kiss? Act as a continuation of the night before or straight up pretend nothing happened? Should you begin ‘the talk' with Joel?! You didn't even know what you were going to say, so instead, pretending to be dead, well actually, asleep, was definitely a better plan. Joel hadn't changed in all those years, you recognized and anticipated every single move he would make; it started by his soft groans the moment he fully woke up, the hesitation he probably felt the moment he eyed you there and quickly the memories of the night before filled him entirely. His morning erection was hard pressed against your ass and that was another difficult part of the equation taking place in your mind at that moment; all it would take you was wiggling your ass a little and you both could start your day in a very fun way. It was tempting, and while you baffled yourself whether to do it or not, you felt Joel again. The way he gently placed his hand on your arm, caressing it up and down, almost in a ghostly touch, a bit afraid of scaring you away; to Joel, you were like a beautiful, delicate butterfly flying into his life, making things prettier for him, but also so easily scared off. He couldn't afford to have you fly away from him once more, not that time. His hand went to your naked stomach, stroking it softly, he enjoyed the butter-like feel of your skin under his hand. After all the cuts, bruises and dirt from hard work, it was a nice change to be able to touch you. He'd had his fair share of touching beautiful women, but none of them would ever compare to you. You were naked under his touch, entirely for himself, a dream that came true at that moment and yet it seemed way too good to be real. Hands that stroked your body leaving a trail of goosebumps over your sensitive skin, as he nuzzled your shoulder, taking some strands of hair away from your neck, he let his stubble beard scratch it softly, lips connecting to your skin, in gentle and silent pecks, ones that made you bite your lips not to moan too loud, even if the goosebumps insisted on appearing, hardening your nipples and sending a wave of lust down your core. Joel had his good ear to the mattress, not hearing if you were letting out small, sexy sounds but he could see the visible signs of his caress on you. He wanted more of it, he woke up with hunger, more like starvation and it was for you, your body, your touch, your presence. He wanted you, and he would have you, not only that morning, but forever, by his side.

“I know you're awake” Joel mumbled against your skin, you could feel his teeth nibbling you, making you squeal softly and moan at his touch, you turned around facing him and raised your eyebrow, heart melting at how adorable Joel's messy bed hair was, even if it was a little grayer now, it still made him look so handsome, you couldn't hold yourself back but caress his curls gently.

“How did you know I was awake?” You questioned him and felt his teeth scraping your collarbone instead of actually answering your question. It didn't take very long for Joel to straddle you, pinning you against the mattress as he took in all of you. You were beautiful, gorgeous, you were his. At least that was what he wanted to tell himself, but it didn't matter the future, not then, because at that very moment you belonged to him and only him. You lay under Joel, your breathing accelerating as you didn't know exactly what to do or what to expect, crashing your lips together, you tugged at his hair - you loved Joel's hair so much - and felt his rough hands running even more freely through your body. One knee on each side of you, preventing you from moving as he stared down at you, your body being the most beautiful piece of art he'd ever laid eyes on. Joel Miller was a man sinking deep further into his passions and he couldn't even hide it or pretend it otherwise. His mouth went for your neck, then down your collarbone, your breasts, so beautiful and tempting as they'd always been, time he'd been so kind to you, and now he appreciated it. He kissed your breasts gently at first, getting to your nipples, they were always so hard and sensitive and it was all for him. Lips wrapping around them, his tongue flicking then gently as you tugged even harder and pulled his curls gently. The way Joel made you feel was always something else, it was so stupid to try to fight that, at least while you were pinned down by his strong, sexy body. When he finally let go of your breasts, he kept moving his tortuous path south down you. His lips were dancing over your stomach, he loved that part of you and had lost track of how many times he'd daydreamed about your figure looking round while you carried his baby Miller inside. He enjoyed picturing it, another life coming out of you, a baby that would be half you and half him, that would bring Sarah the title of ‘big sister’ and seal the happy ending of your story in which you would become Mrs.Miller once more, for real and above all for the rest of your lives. Deep down he knew that wouldn't go further than a simple fantasy, something to lose himself in before falling asleep before bed every night, and yet, it always brought him such joy, comfort and affection within his body, and at that moment, when he was kissing your womb, his hands holding you legs spread as he took his time in kissing and nibbling your lower stomach, he closed his eyes and made that irrational wish, practically, that wouldn't do, not in real life, not with your history weighing heavily on the two of you, nor with your life styles that were so different from each other's. He worked too much, Sarah was already growing into a teenager, you were inexperienced at that matter at the same time he was getting older and was certain that having to watch a baby and later on a toddler would absolutely kill his back. But if it was so impractical, it should be so sweet at the same time. It would be a lot easier for him to keep those stupid thoughts out of his mind. When Joel got closer to your core, you wanted to tell him to stop, to remind him that you didn't use protection at all and you'd been missing up the pills, warn him there was maybe some probability of you both making that situation even more of a mess than it already was, but the words died out in your mouth, the moment Joel's eyes matched yours, the pool of brown warmth making your heart skip a beat at the same time he parted your legs, giving your inner thighs each a love bite, and your breathing accelerating once more in the anticipation of what was about to happen.

“Relax, baby girl” he purred against your skin, he was so close to your core you could feel his breath fanning your sensitive area, his hands gripping the outside of your legs in a way it was clear he was claiming his power over you. You were about to be devoured by a hungry man and at that, your heart raced like no other, just as Joel reached you.

His lips ghosted over your slit, loving how shaky and sensitive you were at that moment, head shoved between your legs he took his hands into action, using them to spread your lips wide and groaned in approval of how sexy that view was. Ever since you married Joel, being intimate with your husband was something normal and natural, expected even, and whereas you weren't a prude by any means, the way Joel touched you or how filthy that mouth could be always made you go red from head to toes, especially when he simply stopped at stared at your body like that.

“Fuck baby, you still got the same pretty pussy I remember, it's the best one I've ever seen, you taste so fucking good, this sweet clit of yours had always made my mouth water” he teased as you could barely hear his voice through the adrenaline making all that blood pumped so loud into your ear. He spread your pussy lips open, his cock was already twitching to see your cunt twitching for him. The way your clit twitched in anticipation and your hole clenched at the air, how your wetness simply pooled in your entrance and it was all for Joel, because of Joel and he wasn't going to waste another minute before having you. You closed your eyes the moment he kissed your clit, kissing it as he would with your lips, all you could do was whimper and once more grip your hands into his hair pulling his head against your pussy, wanting more and more. At your touch, Joel stopped playing around, he simply sank his face into you, devouring you, licking, suckling and flicking your sensitive clit, lapping at your juices so hungrily, like a madman having his favorite meal. Joel's hands were large and his fingers were thick, so the moment he inserted two digits inside, you were already filled with him, the way he ate your pussy and fingered you, the knot forming down your lower belly, you barely had time to warn him, but it wasn't necessary, Joel knew your body well enough to know you were cumming, getting so nice and ready for him he continued, until you exploded into an intense and long orgasm, in which he tried to make it last for you as much as he could.

After your bliss, it didn't take very long for him to slip inside, now that you were all wet and stretched for him, you wrapped your legs around his waist and closed your eyes in pleasure. Your nails scratching down his broad back, his skin warm and sweaty on top of you. You wanted more of him, at that moment that was you favorite place in the world, primal, obscene, his grunts into your ear as he fucked you like he would any whore. At that moment you couldn't hold back your desires, your lustful thoughts took the best of you. If Joel asked you to be his personal cum dumpster, you would say yes. And at that realization, he came inside, once more, just like he did the night before and you loved it.

Suddenly the exhaustion took over you, your body and your thoughts and it seemed like an impossible task to keep your eyes open.

“Sleep, baby girl, relax” Joel whispered against your ear once more, pulling you closer, the two of you appreciating the lovely bliss you shared after your orgasms. It felt right, even if it shouldn't.

•••

When Joel woke up that morning for the second time with you tangled in his arms, he smiled at himself, wondering how lucky a motherfucker like himself could actually be. The past hours replayed in his mind, over and over, and he still didn't believe they were true, simply because they were too good to be true in the first place, still the reminders of how true it all had been were there: the pink fading lines you left all over his skin were still apparent, your clothes scattered around the bedroom floor, the way your hair invaded his pillow and now you smell lingered all over his bedsheets. It was real, and he couldn't be happier. Watching as you exhaustively slept, he dragged himself out of bed, not really wanting to leave but knowing he needed to start his day somehow. So he just planted a soft kiss on your forehead and headed to shower before going downstairs, as he needed to get breakfast ready for his girl.

You on the other hand, slept without even noticing you, being so exhausted after another steamy session with Joel; when you woke up nearly an hour later, you felt his side of the bed empty and for a split second you sighed disappointed at the impression it'd been just a dream, which only lasted until you could feel that bittersweet soreness between your legs, the mess Joel's room was in and how sticky you were with sweat and some of your juices mixed up together. You bit your lips and giggled, you thought you'd wake up full of regret, feeling guilty and upset about what happened, but turns out you felt great, perhaps, all you needed to decrease that upsetting feeling of melancholy you often grew inside was a good fuck provided by the best man you'd ever tried.

You yawned big and stretched, getting up and feeling that familiar sting between your legs, a reminder of Joel's virility and size. As you weren't sure what to do or where Joel could be, or even worse: if Sarah was home at all, you decided to be as silent as possible, your wish was just getting dressed and going downstairs, but the moment you saw your reflection in the mirror you knew you had to shower. It didn't take too long to find Joel's bathroom, you got yourself under the shower stream, groaning at how your muscles relaxed under it, the way the knots on your hair seemed to undo themselves. You chuckled while soaping your body in Joel's soap, shampooing your hair with his shampoo, smelling entirely like him, as if he'd marked you like an animal would. Perhaps you shouldn't enjoy this obscene thought as much as you did, but at that point that ship had sailed and you couldn't care less about it. Stepping outside the shower, you dried yourself and went through Joel's drawers just enough to find something comfortable to wear - one of his boxers and an old shirt.

“Joel?!” You called him at the top of the stairs, hoping you two were still alone there, as you really didn't want to risk being seen in those - lack of - clothes by Tommy or god forbid, Sarah.

“In here” Joel replied, his voice coming from the kitchen and as soon as you got downstairs you were hit by the delicious smell of coffee, and just as your stomach growled in hunger you realized you couldn't even remember your last meal.

You followed the delicious smell and smiled when you saw him flipping a bunch of pancakes, frowning softly at the image, it was so odd to see Joel being so domestic, cooking breakfast when in reality, you were the one who usually got to do all the cooking and chores, not to mention the choice of menu for the breakfast.

“You don't like pancakes!” you said surprised as you approached the stove to confirm if you weren't seeing things, being surprised by the way Joel wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, greeting you with a peck on the lips, which you didn't expect but you couldn't complain either.

“I don't, but you do, and you deserve it, baby girl” he stroked your sides as he kept flipping pancakes with his free hand like a damn pro. You could only imagine how many times he had to step in and make his daughter pancakes until he got that skilled at that. You looked at him and as if he'd read your mind, he pecked your forehead this time

“Sarah is at her friend's which means she's only coming in the afternoon, you can hang out, maybe we can grab lunch together and then I'll drive you home, fix your door and all..” he said and stared lovingly at you “if you wanna go, otherwise you can stay here” he winked and made you chuckle.

“Joel, about us, about what happened-”

“Don't do that now, darling, let's not upset ourselves, let's have breakfast together and we can talk about it later”

You could tell Joel was postponing the subject, it was simply inevitable to talk about your future together or lack of it, due to your history, what happened between the two of you should be addressed, and even if you had been as willing as he was, it was a fact you weren't so easy to convince that perhaps being together was a good idea. However, he was also right: you could discuss things later, because at that moment you just wanted to have breakfast with Joel; damage had already been done, so what if you two continued to act the way you were? If anything, if you two parted ways, you would simply still have a nice time to cherish, to balance the ups and downs of your relationship together.

You two walked to the table, Joel placed the pancakes down and got comfortable on the chair, taken by surprise as you simply sat on his lap, instead of taking the seat next to him. You looked at him with a grin and stole a peck from his lips

“What?! You said we should have breakfast first” you giggled and started eating, at the same time his arm wrapped around your frame and he pulled you even closer. You couldn't really complain about that breakfast, it was the best you've ever had in so long, and it had nothing to do with pancakes.

•••

During daylight it was possible to see the damage the thieves left in your home; not only did they steal valuable things, but they also left a trail of mess and dirt through the floors, making you feel so angry at the shit hole they'd left your house. As soon as you got off Joel's truck, you could see cleaning, fixing and buying things again would take a long time, and even if you had the best contractor around town next to you, you still had to do chores. He placed his hands on his waist, furrowing his brows while he scanned the room, thinking of what he should do. You quickly changed into more comfortable clothes, grabbing a mop and a bucket and began cleaning up everything you had to, you reminded Joel he could make himself at home and grab drinks or snacks, since it was the least you could do after he'd been so kind to help you - and fuck you raw morning and night.

Once you'd finished your chores and showered quickly to get rid of the sweat, you went downstairs, looking for Joel. He had fixed a few things here and there, things you hadn't even noticed, but the moment you walked down the stairs, he was fixing your door.

And you were not prepared for that sight, at all.

Not with how Joel's shirt was clinging tight to his body, damp with sweat, the way his jeans looked so good around his thighs and his butt, or how he flexed his biceps unconsciously while he forced the warped wood forwards, the soft grunt he let out and how his huge hand wiped the forehead off his forehead was enough to set your core on fire. You stood there, at the bottom of the stairs, gripping the handrail and wondering when you'd become that thirsty for a man. Even when you had relationships after your divorce, you couldn't remember being that easily turned on, but at that moment, a mere display of Joel's roughness was enough to pool your wetness on your panties. He was just so mainly, so strong, something primal and intense about that man's body, he was different from any man you'd met, and the years only added to it, you were so tired of fighting your urges and feelings. Yes, Joel had been the worst husband a woman could've asked for, but just because you wanted to crazily ride on his cock, it didn't mean you would have to marry him again, definitely not. Joel wasn't a good husband, but he was a damn fine lover.

“I didn't see you there” you jumped at Joel's voice, distracted by it as he snapped you out of your lustful thoughts, nodding at him and smiling nervously. He cleared his throat “I'm guessing you want to talk, don't you?” There was a slight hint of disappointment in his voice and you thought for a while

“Yeah, we need to talk, just… take a seat, I'll get you some water” you pointed at your couch and disappeared into the kitchen, finding Joel standing still when you returned with a fresh bottle of water for him. He hadn't moved, something inside of him telling him not to, some kind of superstition, that maybe if he sat down he would go back to the poor reality of his life, a life without you, your touch, your caress. As long as he stood up, he could always find something to do around your home and then spend a little longer by your side. He took the bottle with a nod in gratitude and took a big sip of it, at the same time it seemed you were watching an erotic movie just by the way your body reacted to the image of his neck, the way his veins pumped as he swallowed his water, showing his thirst, and to think just a few hours before he was eating your pussy with the same ferocity, made you press your thighs together. You needed that man, and you were going to have him, no matter what. To hell with needing to have a serious chat, to move on with your life and not forgetting the past, you needed him carnally. Joel finished his water and finally walked to your couch, taking a seat and spreading his legs, just like he often did to find a comfortable position. You hated when men did that, taking up space and being rude, but not Joel, the way he did it was hot, it reminded you of how big he was, his long legs, big, strong thighs, so perfect to ride, and his frowny face, you could tell he was worried, probably thinking you would just thank him for the help, tell him what happened between the two of you couldn't happen again and ask him to leave. Hiding the heartbreak under his mean face, little did he know that conversation would have to be postponed, because your mouth was about to be too busy to talk.

“You want to talk, right?” He asked, nervously running his hands through his jeans, watching as you took another step closer and nodded.

“Yeah, but we can't talk right now… I'd rather use my mouth for something else” you winked at him, falling onto his knees and began caressing his thighs over his rough jean, smirking at his surprised face, hands fiddling his pants as you opened his fly and bit your lips

“I need your cock now, Joel, I need you in my mouth”

He was taken aback by your sudden change of behavior, he'd sat down expecting to be told to leave, but now he had you on your knees begging for his cock and that was something he couldn't deny. His left hand gripped your hair, tilting your head up a little, while his right hand stroked your cheek gently, his thumb ghosted over your lips, tracing an invisible path on it as he nodded. Suddenly, roles were reversed: he wasn't waiting for you to stop and decide what he should do, instead, he was in charge and he was about to make you choke on his cock.

“So pretty, baby girl…” Joel's voice wasn't much more than a whisper “you want my cock, don't you? Just like a filthy little slut, you wanna choke on it? Want my cum down your pretty throat?”

All you could was nod at his filthy words, Joel's mouth could drive any woman inside without any physical touch, just his dirty choice of words was enough to cause a turmoil of feelings and increase the pool in your panties. He lifted his hips and pulled his pants down, freeing his cock, already hard and held it by the base, while you licked your lips. You could see his tip glistening and closing your eyes as Joel rubbed his tip against your lips, before you opened it and took his cock into your mouth. Joel threw his head back and groaned in pleasure, he could feel his balls quivering while both hands flew to your hair, gripping it as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, your hand squeezing and stroking his cock up and down where you couldn't reach his length. You'd always loved Joel's groans, the way he sounded so voracious, you clenched your thighs together, trying to give your throbbing clit some sort of relief. He guided you through his blowjob, he hadn't gotten a good one like that in years; of course he'd had his affairs, nightstands and such, but no mouth in the world compared to yours at all. He praised you, reminded you were his favorite cock slut and he wouldn't have any other than you.

You could feel by the way he clenched in your mouth his release was close, he was about to unload and you wanted to swallow all of him. So you continued, even when Joel tried to lift your head gently and warn you, you didn't need any warnings, you simply continued blowing him until he was cumming into your mouth. He reached his orgasm with another grunt, at the same time you worked your magic and swallowed every single drop of him. The way his cock pulsed inside of your mouth, how his breathing got rapid, his chest raising up and down at a fast pace, it was the sexiest thing you'd ever seen. Joel Miller was a strong, manly man, and you loved it.

He finally rested his eyes on you, his hell and heaven on earth, and he just needed more of you, convinced that whatever he had of you just wasn't enough. He helped you up, then pulled you to his lap, making you squeak in surprise as you landed right on top of him. You rested your forehead against his, while he pressed your body closer, never wanting to let go. He pulled you for a kiss, your lips tasting like him, sent Joel another wave of lust and need; he kissed your neck, his hands fiddling with your clothes, getting rid of them as he wanted you bare for him, your body on his, naked; he wanted to take you inside your house, not just some dirty, rushed secret locked in his room, but instead, claim you in any room of your home, if you ever wanted to break with him and decide he shouldn't be part of your life any longer, then at least he would leave his mark knowing each time you walked into any room, you would think of him, reminded of the time Joel fucked you and emptied himself inside of your tight juicy cunt.

“Come on, darling, ride my cock” his rough voice commanded you at the exact time Joel's hand pulled your shorts and your panties down. He went for your ass, massaging it, squeezing your cheeks and slapping it a couple of times, seeing it wiggle softly

“You're so fucking hot, you know that, sugar? Only you can make my cock throb the way you do” he praised you. His fingers traveled to your cunt, caressing it for the second time that day, making you spread your legs as wide as you could over him. He stroked your clit, feeling your arousal pooled in your entrance, it was intoxicating to him, he needed you every single day for the rest of his life. He gripped your hips, helping you lift yourself up and as held his cock in place and sank down onto it.

“Just like that, gorgeous, take that cock baby girl” he praised you.

You spent the rest of your afternoon riding Joel on your couch, not giving a single shit if any of the neighbors could see it through the curtains or the mere fact Joel had given you the worst heartbreak of your life; you needed him as much as he needed you, and it seemed neither of you could let go.

•••

The following days went by exactly the same way they usually did: you either worked from home or you went to the office a few times a week, you went grocery shopping, led a quiet, normal life, received Sarah's visits almost daily with the exception you were also seeing her dad without her having any idea. In fact, no one apart from you and Joel knew what was going on, and neither of you had any intention of changing that. Being completely honest, you should have broken things up with Joel the morning after, but each time you decided to do so, you simply couldn't get it done, the mere thought of standing in front of Joel and asking him to stay away from you was devastating, even if you turned to your memories of the day you found out Joel was in love with Angela and didn't want to be with you any longer couldn't help you. Of course they were as painful as if they were fresh, but at the same time it also felt like it happened between two completely different people rather than you and Joel. It was so difficult to process that Joel and your current Joel were the same, because deep down your heart claimed they weren't; the Joel you were constantly hooking up with was a hardworking, a great father, he was caring, sweet, he was passionate and he treated you as if you were the best thing he'd ever seen in the whole world. He'd become a closed man to relationships due to the guilt he felt for treating you the way he did and the abandonment he suffered from Angela. As much as that sounded twisted, the fact you were both abandoned by people you loved, also brought you closer, especially because he got to know exactly how you felt, which increased his guilt. It was terrible, but he was aware he was probably going to carry that for the rest of his life; even if he watched you smile and laugh, or if you wrapped your arms around him, underneath the joy and excitement he felt within, there would always be a tad of guilt just like a bitter taste in his mouth, reminding him of his coward attitude and how much better than him you truly were. As you had told Joel while you still hadn't crossed the line of how far your relationship should go, the problem wasn't the fact he fell in love with Angela, that could've happened to anyone, even if the sting of rejection hurt, being tricked and lied to was way worse than that. Even if it was hard to recover from the pain - if you had even recovered at all, after all, more than a decade went by without you being able to have a commitment to anyone, unable to stay in a relationship for more than other a few months, - you could only imagine Joel's experience was even worse; not only his relationship with Angela ended, but she also cut her ties with her own baby daughter. The disappointment he felt to realize his daughter would have to grow up without her mom, the paralyzing fear of being on his own to raise a baby, must've been intense. And even if some people could actually laugh at how funny life can be and swear there was still some kind of divine justice lurking around and he was simply paying for everything he'd done to you, you couldn't find the amusement in that situation, it was so sad, you could only feel pity. It seemed to you the years had turned Joel into a silent companion of pain, and not so much into the villain you'd projected onto him.

And all that was only the rational side of the story, because if you left it all to your feelings and desires, you wouldn't be able to leave his bed. Perhaps you were both feeling an overloaded amount of everything you had repressed for each other over the years; being able to externalize it was addictive, at first it was thought to be an inch you both needed to scratch, but soon enough it became obvious it was way more than that, which caused you to fall into his arms whenever you tried to make things easier for the two of you and simply let this condemned relationship go.

As you closed your laptop and watched Sarah's brows furrowing at the paper in front of her, in a mixture of focused and cranky for not being able to solve another math problem easily, she reminded you of Joel and how he would get the same way and have the same expression whenever he got frustrated with something not going according planned. You gently placed your hand on top of hers and offered her a reassuring smile, Sarah had had her nails done by you earlier, proud to see how pretty the sparkly color got on contracts with her skin. She was such a beautiful girl and you enjoyed being able to help her discover that, by introducing simple things like that, which meant the world to her, since she didn't have a mom around, it was nice doing stuff like that with someone experienced who could give her advice on school, friends and boys. She really appreciated it and if it were for Sarah, she would find a way to set you up with her dad and become one small family.

“you should have a break, you've been stuck in this question for a long time, try again later” you advised her and even if she sighed in a gruff way, - again, so Joel Miller coded - she nodded, closing her notebook and checking up her nails discreetly, which brought a warmth into your heart.

“So…” you started, hoping you would sound convincing enough and not raise any kind of suspicions from her, after all, that girl was smart “...you told me your dad is coming to pick you up, right? When he does, invite him inside so you guys can have dinner with me” you suggested, even if you and Joel had already agreed on it. You hadn't been able to see each other in a few days let alone touch each other, which was actually what you both really wanted, so all the options you got were texting like a bunch of horny teenagers. Now, sending nudes to a guy was something you would strongly disagree several months ago, but now? Each time your phone buzzed, you rushed to it, in hopes to get yet another picture of Joel's big hand holding his cock by its base, so you could lock yourself in any room and pull down your bra and panties, exactly the way he liked it. So spending some time around Joel even if you both had to play it cool was better than nothing. Sarah agreed but still felt a little puzzled at your suggestion.

“Alright… but why? You're regretting saying no when I tried to set you up?” She chuckled and you rolled your eyes, hoping you weren't so obvious. You moved to the kitchen and invited her to come along, so she could help you with dinner. You opened the fridge and had your back to Sarah, while you picked the meat and the vegetables.

“No, it's just that your dad was so nice to me, he fixed my front door after the break in, it would be a nice way to repay” you said “why do you even say that?”

“I think dad has a girlfriend or something…” she shrugged and you stopped, looking at her and trying to control the shock over your face.

“Y-yeah? And how do you know it?”

“Well, dad's different now, he seems happier, more cheerful, he's very often texting on his phone…”

“And what do you think of that?”

“It's nice, I guess” Sarah licked her lips “dad deserves to be happy, he's been lonely for a long time, ever since my mom left…” she said “but uncle Tommy says dad was sad before that, apparently there was another girl before mom, it didn't work between them or dad made her go away, I don't know why, but uncle Tommy told me once that even when he was with my mom, he couldn't forget about her an-”

“What happened then?” Only after you said it you realized you interrupted Sarah and sounded a little crazy, she didn't understand why you were so into that story after all, but seeing how eager you were to hear the ending of it, she continued.

“Well, according to uncle Tommy dad never forgot that girl, but she was way out of his league by the time my mom had left, so my dad sort of gave up dating” she shrugged “then my dad got home and interrupted uncle Tommy when he was about to tell me the full story, and he never spoke about it since” she replied with a simple shrug and pointed at the meat you were about to roast

“Hey, that's my dad's favorite!” She said amused at the coincidence of menus which you knew damn well that wasn't a coincidence, but your treat to Joel. As you kept cooking with Sarah's help, you also thought about the story she'd told you, too many things happening at once: finding out Joel had never forgotten you while his daughter was sure he had a mysterious girlfriend, which of course, was also you.

During dinner, you tried your best to forget about all of that, the way Joel and Sarah fit so well in that scene, the three of you at the table, eating and sharing how your days had been seemed like a beautiful painting of a perfect little family. A portrait of what things could've been like, or should have been like, and you enjoyed it, you couldn't deny it at all. Your gaze met Joel's and you shared a smile, silently agreeing you were spending a family time; you wondered if some day that would actually happen and if you would indeed be a family with Joel, sometimes you thought you would like it, and sometimes you would brush it off as some momentary lapse. But when he reached for your hand under the table and held it, caressing your knuckles with his thumb, your heart raced one more time and you couldn't help but allow yourself to picture a life by his and Sarah's side.

When you were all finished, Joel gladly dismissed his daughter from having to help with the dishes and the moment you two noticed she was fairly entertained with the new books you'd bought, he stole a kiss from you. It was quick but sweet and as much as it left you all giggly and blushing, it wasn't enough. Your need for Joel was overpowering, it was addictive, and you needed to touch him. Nothing would happen between the two of you while Sarah stood just a few feet away, Joel would never risk being caught that way, he respected his daughter too much, but he would kill to have his hands all over your body. He thought of asking you on a escapade with him, but he wasn't sure if it was a good idea, not with Sarah being a little suspicious of how friendly you were acting towards each other. He wondered if he could actually call you his girlfriend, if he could admit he was dating you, because that's what it felt like, but then, if you both came clean about the situation, it would get complicated, not only for him because of Sarah, but he was well aware you would be in a tricky situation with your family, since he knew for a fact your parents hated him, - with plenty reasons to do so - eventually, you would two would have to have the talk. Now, Joel didn't fear not being with you any longer, he knew that wouldn't happen, you were as attached to him as he was to you, but eventually, you would have to define that situation. He knew he could be cold and distant, but it was so damn hard for him to hide his passion, the way he leaned against the doorframe and watched as you carefully put the dishes away, looking every bit of sexy as you could be, not that young and naive little wife he kept at home before he screwed things up, but instead, the powerful, beautiful woman you grew to be.

Sarah was incredibly smart, but she was also naive at some level, which caused her to be oblivious to the fact you called Joel into the backyard at some point, asking him to check something up you wanted it fixed, only to pull him closer and kiss him deeply, gripping his body, wanting him to engulf you like he always did, your nails gently scratching down his back while his lips ravished yours.

“I want to spend the night with you so bad, baby girl” he whispered against your lips “you're so good to me, you treat Sarah like a princess, you cooked us my favorite meal, all I want is to show my gratitude by getting lost between these beautiful thighs” he teased and for a split second you felt like telling him to stay the night, to come clean and tell Sarah you were dating, dating as if you two were pretty much a decade younger and so eager to be in each other's arms, but it couldn't happen that way, not like that, and not at that moment. You nibbled his bottom lip a couple of times before letting go, your body tingled for him, aching for his touch and as he told you he would call Sarah to go home, you felt unannounced tears flooding your eyes for no reason. Why did things have to be so complicated, why Joel couldn't have been this good from the beginning? You could've lived more than a decade of happiness together, if it weren't for that.

As they said their goodbyes, you watched Joel's truck disappear from your eyesight, a pang in your chest insisting on saying it was your family leaving while you played too hard to get.

•••

You had never seen Sarah smile that wide as she did while you two walked around the mall; side by side, a bunch of bags in hands as you spent such a simple, and yet incredible quality time together. For her, it was like hanging out with the mom she never had, and you felt as if you were shopping around for the daughter you could never conceive. It didn't matter where you were going, which stores you were checking and not even exactly what you were buying, just the fact you were doing that together felt incredibly special. It all began when Sarah complained about not having what to wear to the Harry Styles concert in the upcoming week; after months of begging her dad and uncle Tommy, she was given a ticket to the presentation she'd been dreaming of watching, under the condition she wasn't going to drag her dad along. Joel was an amazing dad, and he would do almost about anything for her, but standing in line for hours and then having to watch that guy performing while an entire stadium of hysterical teenage girls would be screaming at the top of their lungs which would probably cause Joel to go deaf in his good ear was a hard pass, that he wouldn't do. In fact, he would. The moment she gave him her puppy eyes and asked him to take her, he would do it, even if he tried tricking himself, however, luck seemed to be standing by his side, as Tommy happened to start dating this chick who was also obsessed with that Harry guy and when she got herself and Tommy a ticket, Sarah was all set. And so was Joel, because without anyone knowing, he managed to get a free night with you. And in the blink of an eye, you and Joel seemed way more excited for the Harry Styles concert than Sarah.

So when she complained she didn't actually have anything nice to wear, you thought of doing that for her, it would be fun, a change of just staying inside reading books, you could spend some girl time together and while you were out with her, you could really watch Sarah, the way she behaved, how she talked and acted, it reminded you so much of Joel, you wondered if she'd taken anything from Angela at all, deep inside, you wish she didn't, even if it was a petty thing to do. The idea of Sarah being similar only to her dad was nothing but comforting and sweet to you, it was the easiest way to see the evolution he went through, unfortunately, he had to learn how to be a better person through the pain, but he had succeeded and that was what it really mattered. You didn't really care if you'd spent a lot on Sarah, you had the money after all, and she deserved it. She was happy, talking excitedly about several things, to the point she barely noticed when Joel walked towards the two of you. He had his jacket on, hair a little messy from the wind as he grinned shyly at the sight of you, his heart skipping a beat as it felt to him he was meeting his daughter and wife at the mall.

Sarah frowned, amused to see her dad, walking towards him, she hugged him, which surprised Joel a little, not expecting that gesture at that very moment.

“What are you doing here, dad?” She asked curiously as Joel greeted you by giving you a peck on the cheek, trying so hard not to seem he was practically drooling over you.

“Tommy needed to buy his girlfriend whatever and asked me for a ride, so while he disappeared into the crowd I was trying to find him” he explained and stared at you “you girls are having fun, I see?” He raised his eyebrow and Sarah eagerly nodded, lifting her bags a little and showing him everything you'd bought her. He was so thankful for everything you were doing for his daughter, especially because he was sure you did it out of kindness and the fact you care about her. You watched their interaction and bit your lips in anticipation, you felt a sudden urge to kiss Joel in front of everyone and walk around the mall holding hands with him, you had never discussed that before, but the thought of it made your heart race. Sarah exchanged a few words with her dad before her eyes went wide as she spotted one of her best friends a couple of stores ahead and smiled big

“Dad, can I go show Nat the things I got? Please?! I'll be right back!” She asked with her sweet eyes and Joel agreed, telling her you two would be around as he intended to keep you company. As you walked towards another store with Joel following you, Sarah soon got entertained with her friend in an ice cream booth nearby. You both chuckled at the scene and he quickly placed his hand on the small of your back.

“Is Tommy really shopping around for his girlfriend or were you just stalking us?” You teased Joel, entering the lingerie store, earning a gasp from him before he could actually answer your question.

“Don't even think about it, Miller, I'm here just to buy some sports bra to go to the gym and nothing more” you added but the mischievous look in his eyes was extremely well-known.

“That's a shame, because this one would look so good on you” he pointed at a lilac lacey pair of underwear, his mouth watering at how beautiful you would certainly get in it, and how stripping you out of all that lace would feel like unwrapping a Christmas gift. You frowned at him, reminding him you were just there to buy a couple of things and leave, in fact, you shouldn't have even let Joel get inside the store with you, it wouldn't be appropriate and how would he explain to Sarah what the hell he was doing there in the first place. Joel, on the other hand, was pretty much entertained by all the beautiful colors and shapes the tiny pieces of fabric came with; he could picture every inch of your body in them, trying to guess which ones would look better. He knew all of them would be just perfect, but he was a guy who was simply drawn to the traditional good old red lacey; it was gorgeous, and it would be a nice gift for the two of you. As he looked around to find you and show you what he'd decided to treat you to, you were nowhere to be seen; the sales clerk already busy with the new customers walking into the store, he decided to wander after you. He was thankful no one seemed to mind nor notice him there, too worried to be seen as a creep, but determined to find you nonetheless; as he got to the fitting room area, he quickly called your name.

“What now, Joel?!” You immediately replied from the one in the corner, slightly annoyed at the fact he'd followed you there, sometimes Joel was a little like a stray puppy, coming after you with those big sad brown eyes, and even if you wanted to shop for freaking sports bras on your own, you couldn't help but enjoy the fact he was just so needy of you.

When Joel opened the door and got inside, you even tried to argue and ask him what the heck he was doing there, but instead, he smirked, gripping your sides and kissing you as a way to keep you silent. You wanted to push him away and tell him to fuck off, but the rushing adrenaline you felt through your veins made you feel alive, and as always, Joel's touch set you on fire. He broke the kiss dragging his lips over to your neck and then your collarbone, his hands climbing up your sides and going to your breasts, squeezing them softly

“This sports bra ain't bad, but I'd say a work of art like your body should have more lace, or glitter or whatever shit you like” he said in a grunt and lowered your top, even against your protests that weren't much more than just some whimpers that couldn't convince you, let alone Joel. You could feel his beard scratching down your chest and going straight to your breasts, lips wrapping around your nipples as he suckled on it gently at first, flicking it with his tongue before moving to your other breast and working the same magic. Your heart raced to the point you could feel your blood rushing through your ears, the fact you both could be caught at any moment and kicked out of the store, or even worse: be arrested for public indecency, added a hint of fear to the traditional lust you had for Joel; that man would be the dead of you, that much you were sure of.

“We can't Joel…” you mumbled against his curls, his head on your chest as his fingers found their way down your belly, getting so close to your sweet spot, he was so needy of you, wanting all of you to the point it felt he would go crazy. His digits toyed with the hem of your panties, while you pulled his curls a little, making him groan.

“Sorry honey” you whispered and kissed this temple, which made him smile. Joel was about to finger you in a fitting room in the middle of a store and you were so sweet to him, it made his heart ache a little, at the realization he definitely didn't deserve you. He kissed you once more and nibbled your lower lips the moment his fingers reached your core, spreading your lips apart and finding your needy clit, already so hard and wet, just for him to enjoy. He wasn't going to tease you, you both didn't have time for it, so instead, he played with your wetness, before shoving his fingers inside of you, stretching you up the way you both knew and enjoyed it, he thumbed with your clit before focusing all his ministrations into your tight cunt, feeling your muscles squeezing and clenching around him. He'd kill to have his cock inside of you instead of his fingers, but that would have to wait. He felt your teeth on his shoulder, while your pussy gushed at the same time you came for him. He felt your body going limp, sustaining your weight with his free hand

“Taste yourself, princess” he whispered against your ear and held his fingers up, waiting for you to wrap your devilish lips around them and lick them clean. Joel felt the urge to take you right there and then, but he was a patient man and knew things would have to wait. He kissed your lips goodbye and exited the fitting room after making sure no one was around to see him.

The sales clerk was a little confused when she saw Joel walking towards the register with a blood red pair of lacey lingerie, she couldn't remember seeing him walk into the store and let alone hang around, but the work policy forced her to smile at him and be helpful, especially when he got his wallet out and extended his credit card.

“I'd like you to gift wrap this and give it to the beautiful lady who's trying sports bra in the fitting room, tell her it's my treat” he winked at the woman, aware he could use his charms in his own favor. She agreed to his request and he left the store just like any other ordinary customer, at the same time you received the package as a present the moment you tried paying for your stuff.

•••

After waiting what it seemed like forever, the Harry Styles concert was about to happen, which caused Joel to have a break from his brother, his girlfriend Maria and Sarah, who insisted they all spend hours waiting in line. His heart was full of joy and pride to see how happy his precious daughter was, the way she could barely sleep at night and that guy was the only thing she ever talked about. It was amusing to him, even if he ran out of patience from time to time, it was amazing to see his little girl looking like a beautiful young woman in her new outfit bursting with happiness. Joel couldn't also complain about the fact he managed to enjoy a full day by himself and get ready to receive you through the night. He'd gone grocery shopping, buying all the kinds of treats he knew you loved - or used to, as people could often change their personal taste over the years, but instead of seeing that with sadness, he felt glad to be able to learn something new about the woman he was madly in love with. He was going to go for some beer, but Joel thought again and decided to pick some wine, he just thought you were more of a wine kind of woman, more elegant than just cheap beer.

What you both hadn't counted on, was how hot the weather was, even if the sun had set down, it was still uncomfortable to remain inside, which made Joel suggest you both should move your date night to the swimming pool. At first you thought he was joking, but the stern look on his face told you he was being completely serious, and you thought it was a nice change. The way Joel took the bottle of wine, the glasses and simply began undressing without a word made you puzzled, until he turned around and told you to take off your clothes as well.

One skinny-dipping adventure and a quicky in his pool later, you both took sips of your wine, as you pressed yourself against him; Joel's arms were tight around your body as you rested your head on his chest, kissing it gently, and listening to his heartbeats, it was scary how out of the sudden, his arms became your favorite place in the world. You were far too deep into this story, and there was no way out without getting hurt, but that wasn't the time to think of that, you didn't want to have those kinds of thoughts, you wanted to spend your time with Joel and get lost into him, just as he was into you.

“Sarah told me you have a girlfriend” you blurted out, making Joel raise his eyebrow at you and looking down at you

“What?!”

“Well, she said you seemed happier lately, always texting someone, sneaking out here and there…” you chuckled “I wonder who that bitch is” Joel laughed at your comment, his hand sliding down your back and resting on your ass, squeezing it and then pecking your lips.

“She ain't no bitch, I can assure you that much” he said gently and nuzzled your neck “she's gorgeous, she's the best thing that's ever happened to me, well, after Sarah, of course, but still, and she was so kind to forgive me after everything I've done” his lips were back on your cheek and then on your lips “and I love her very much”

For a moment your whole world stopped. Joel loved you. He admitted it out loud, it wasn't just a matter of simple assumptions, but rather a concrete, explicit feeling. You opened your mouth looking at him hesitantly, what exactly should you say? What could you tell Joel? Did you love him back? If so, were you ready to admit it and face the consequences of getting back together with the man who caused the biggest emotional trauma of your life. Joel took his hands off your body and looked at you with a hint of disappointment, even if he didn't want to admit it, he was disappointed, he thought you shared the same feeling as he did, so he sighed and nodded.

“It's fine, you don't have to say it back…” he cleared his throat and swam to the ladder of the pool “it's getting a little chilly, I think we should get inside”

•••

A few days later, your conversation with Joel simply wouldn't leave your mind; you were in love with him, it was impossible for anyone not to notice, him included, and yet, you didn't understand why it was so hard for you to simply admit it. Perhaps, if you did it, then it would become real, and your relationship with him would stop being a fun, little secret shared by the two of you, but rather a concrete relationship between two adults, where you'd eventually have to come clean and open up to family, friends, you would celebrate birthdays and holidays, anniversaries and face several, typical questions coming from all sides, wondering if you would both remarry or have kids. It was overwhelming, but not as bad as how you were feeling at that moment. You felt guilty and embarrassed, and the paranoid side of you was convinced Joel had been avoiding you for the past week, whereas Sarah was at your place nearly everyday, still talking about Harry Styles and showing you countless pictures of the concert, he wouldn't text much nor insist to see you, even when you suggested him to sneak out late at night and go to yours, he politely declined by saying Tommy and him got a new big client and work was rushed and soul crushing. Of course he could be telling you the truth, he did sound exhausted on the phone and Sarah had mentioned Joel and Tommy had been arriving late most days, both of them covered in sweat and in such a bad mood due to the unbelievable amount of work they were having. Yet, what should make you feel calm and at ease, didn't help one bit, it was uncomfortable and depressing not having Joel around, you missed him, his touch, his body but mostly his presence. He'd been a constant in your life for the past months, and it was only taking a week for you to feel abandoned. It wasn't fair to you, and yet, it wasn't fair to him either, not when he declared his love for you and you couldn't even say it back. You placed your living room, not sure whether you should drive to his home or not, in fact, you knew you shouldn't, but you wanted to, because that particular day, not even Sarah showed up, and it made you sad. You were so attached to the little family destiny set apart for you, simply a day or two away from them was enough to cause a large wound in your heart. You looked around, looking for an excuse to show up at the Miller's household; until your eyes widened and you grinned to see Sarah's history book lying around your coffee table. It was the perfect excuse to go and see them! Perhaps you could even end up having dinner with them, and then make up an excuse about a flat tire or whatever, have Joel giving you a ride home and end up being railed by him in the back of his truck. The longing for Joel was increasing and all you wanted was to make things right by explaining him you did have feelings for him and you needed some time, but you were willing to make sacrifices in order to be with him, because you wanted to and it was important for you that he saw how appreciated he was by you.

On your way to Joel's, you stopped at a bakery you knew Sarah loved, thinking of all the delicious treats you could take so you'd keep your family spoiled, at least a little. You smiled at yourself the moment you chose a couple of cupcakes, cookies and the chicken pie Joel loved, thinking of how you were already addressing them as your family. The truth is that they were indeed your family, the connection you three had was strong, the bond you created with Sarah without even knowing for a fact who she was and later on all that passion for Joel surfacing after spending a decade buried deep inside of you. It was a waste of time fighting that, and you wanted to get to them as soon as possible, you'd been alone far too long, it was about time to yourself have one good thing, to break free and admit how happy you were next to the Millers. You loved them just as they loved you, and it made no sense to fight that feeling and pretend it didn't exist.

The ride wasn't long, there was hardly any traffic in the suburbs, most families were already inside, having dinner together as the sun had set and the street lights were all lit up, as you parked your car, you saw Joel's truck in the driveway and felt your chest tightening in anxiety and fear; if he was already home why didn't he call or text you? Maybe he was indeed avoiding you?! Joel wouldn't make the same mistake twice and push you away, would he? You shook your head, you had faith in him, faith you both had matured and were able to handle things by talking and being honest with each other; you licked your lips and sighed, knowing that whatever was going on could be solved by the two of you as two functional adults, besides, there were a bunch of explanations to why he hadn't talked to you that day yet, you shouldn't jump to conclusions and let your paranoia win once more. You got out of the car with the bag full of treats and walked to the front door, you knocked a couple of times and waited for an answer but nobody came. It was odd, as you could hear Joel's and Sarah's voices coming from inside, and even if you couldn't tell what they were saying your heart raced, your gut feeling telling you something was up and you couldn't wait any longer, silently opening the door and getting inside. You placed the bag of food down the coffee table as you could clearly hear what they were saying. It seemed Joel and Sarah were arguing, which was extremely odd, since you had never seen them have any kind of disagreement, they just had a real nice and healthy father and daughter relationship in which they both listened to each other and acted with respect. As you approached, you heard Sarah's cries and you were taken by worry, perhaps someone had died? You couldn't wait any longer, you rushed and got into the kitchen, confused at first at what had happened between them, Joel looked so overwhelmed, his face was red and he desperately tried to make a point while telling Sarah a bunch of information she could barely cope with, as she cried in disappointment and shook her head, not believing anything her dad was saying. Her heart was shattered with disappointment and sadness, she couldn't believe her dad, her hero, the man she loved and admired the most in her life had done such a thing.

On the kitchen table, a photograph taken on your wedding day was lying around. A younger version of yourself hugged a much younger Joel as you both stood in front of the courthouse, smiling widely at the camera. There was no way to deny it nor hide it. Sarah had found out about your previous connection god knows how and Joel seemed desperate as he wanted to explain himself to his daughter, he couldn't bear having her so disappointed in him like that, it shattered his heart into a million pieces.

“Sarah…” you whispered and tried touching her cheek, wanting to caress it gently and assure her everything was fine now, that what had happened was in the past and that her dad was still the best father a girl could ever wish for. But Sarah moved her face away from your touch, her eyes were glistening with tears as she seemed so heartbroken

“You both lied to me! Why did you lie?” She asked and you looked at Joel wanting to have some kind of support in order to reply to her question.

“Sarah, we are both sorry, but your dad and I have made up after what happened, I know it's a lot to take now but don't be upset please” you asked her, Joel nodded and wrapped his arm around your waist in order to show her things were fine between the two of you. He promised to talk to her and explain everything to her in detail, but she was just so upset, feeling betrayed by the person she admired and loved the most in the whole world. You knew there was nothing you both could do at that moment, not with Sarah being so nervous and upset, instead, you asked Joel to call Tommy and suggested that he took her out for ice cream or something, maybe have a little chat with his niece while you and Joel could sit down and figure the best way to tell her everything. It didn't take more than twenty minutes for his younger brother to arrive, Sarah had drunk some water and washed her face, leaving with Tommy as you sat next to Joel. You took his hand and caressed it, while he refused to look you in the eye, the guilt and shame once more eating him alive, and now it had become even worse, as his precious little Sarah had found out the truth about him in the worst way possible. All she needed was an old picture for her school project and going through Joel's old memory box should be enough, and then she came across the pictures of his wedding day. Not to her mom, but to you instead, and then it all made sense: why you were never willing to be around her dad, or how you decided to keep yourself away from any kind of relationship. Because the asshole you told her you'd married once, was simply her father. The good old Joel Miller, the man who had to raise his baby daughter on his own after she left him, and then, Sarah had found out her dad had been really bad to someone so dearly to her. You, you could've been married to her dad, you could've been her mom, she could've had a family all along.

You looked at Joel and wiped a single tear that rolled down his cheek, even if he tried to hide it.

“What are we doing now, Joel?”

“I don't know…”

____

A/N: what a ride, right besties? Remember, feedback is life ❤️

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal one shot #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller one shot #joel miller story #pedro pascal story

434 notes · View notes

coldsaturn · 19 days ago

Text

LaDS Review (100 days later)

It's been 84 800 years 100 days since I started playing LaDS and I'm still sinking into the rabbit hole. Will I ever see the bottom? Who knows. At the beginning of this descent into madness I posted my first review based on the limited knowledge I had of the game as a newbie, and I thought: why not compare it to what I think of it now? Have things changed? Am I wiser? Let's see.

"We need to stop here because going even one step further will drop us right into this"

Yeah. Yeah. We're still here. My appreciation for the writing has only grown as I played. The writers have no business going so hard with the lore and the characters. I especially love how sometimes you find very relevant info in a throwaway line of an item's description, which you would pass by if this game didn't train you to second-guess every single thing in front of you. Cue me getting a new avatar frame because I reached a certain level affinity with a certain LI and then I read the description and stared at the ceiling for 2 hours because the implications of that simple sentence are insane. And no one will mention it again, it's just there for those who happen to look at it. Special shoutout to the LIs who straight up lie to MC's face, and it's up to you the player to gather enough info to know that they're lying and what's actually true. This is behind 60% of the mischaracterization I see in the fandom because so often players who don't main a certain LI won't realize they're being lied to and will stop at a very shallow, surface level understanding of them.

"What do you do once you're stuck waiting for the next day or you've already reached the current end of the main story, though? Well, you can do a lot."

Uhhhhhh. Not exactly. Not if you're f2p or very low spender or completely uninterested in combat. Unless you want to grind orbits (which at a certain point require a sensible amount of resources, hence the need for money thrown in), you'll reach a point of the week where you can only do your dailies and then wait for the next day. There's only so many times you can mindlessly replay Abyssal chaos or UNICORNS hoping to trigger new cases for achievements. Glint photobooth and the new journal system help pass the time for those interested in those activities, that's for sure. The mini-games for the current active banner can be another way to stay in-game while doing something, but building diamonds (in-game currency) and upgrading resources is really a pain.

"if you don't want to pay real money, you'll need to selectively decide where to invest your resources and let the rest go."

Me at my past self: so true bestie It's true even if you're a low spender. While I started the game happy to upgrade cards for all the LIs and then quickly selected 3 mains that could get me through the battle open orbits that would then give me diamonds to continue playing (Raf, Sy, and Xav since I got Lumiere on the rerun), I quickly realized I needed to lock on just one if I wanted to avoid wasting upgrade resources and consequently inefficiently spreading my budget on more than one LI. I had to decide who I wanted to spend money for, which made me go from maining Sylus and Raf to just Raf (also a pragmatic choice because Raf has a very decent amount of cards in all stella colors). And I wish I had done this at the start, because I discovered I really like the battle system, and I would have not spent on Lumiere, which would have given me enough to rank up Lemurian Sea God instead once it came out. But alas. And yes this decision only marginally touched on who I emotionally connect to the most because I knew I would consume all the content I don't have on youtube anyway, so the choice was as rational as it could be.

"there is combat in the game, which I actually find enjoyable both because it's always short (under 3 min, you're on a timer) and quite simple in its mechanics" "and each have a very basic concept of synergy with your weapon of choice and the needs of the battle"

hahahahaha ha ha….. So, this aged well. Ignore everything. Yes, it's still an otome mobile game not explicitly built around boss fighting (this isn't fromsoftware okay?), but the amount of time I've spent deep in subreddits with people calculating how to add 2% of damage to certain cards so that it would scale with the requirements of the companion, which weapon helps and which one becomes obsolete after ranking, learning boss phases by memory so you don't waste certain skills and time them right etc. speaks for itself. Maybe I'm just a battle girlie, but holy fuck I was not expecting this rabbit hole inside the rabbit hole.

"I've also seen some suspicious cutscenes from other players that is making me question if this [changing their appearance] can actually work with companions as well, but I haven't looked into it yet."

ILLUSIOOOOOOO. Please infold, make it permanent. I'm on my knees PLEASE

"You are actively encouraged (and sometimes even forced) to build up all the companions because as much as you can create a team with a single love interest that can carry you through most of the battle challenges, many other times you need to work with other companions that are better suited to the battle ahead."

Yes and no. You can focus on just one LI if that LI has enough cards in all the stella colors required for battles. Which basically means the original 3. Caleb and Sylus CAN clear the senior hunter contest on their own, but you need to have their limited companion and possibly ranked to brute force everything where you can't have a proper 4 or 5 star card in a matched stella. In the end where you are absolutely forced to have a team of a certain LI is in their specific orbit meant to raise affinity with them. Everywhere else you can use just one LI if you have enough 4-5 star cards with them and preferably a ranked limited companion.

"As of now I am roughly around affinity 30 with all the companions (with Rafayel and Sylus ahead at 37 and 36)"

Oh this is fun, let's see how we are now. Xavier - 71 Zayne - 60 Rafayel - 96 Sylus - 61 Caleb - 59 Those 10 levels for Xavier are entirely because I was using Lumiere in the open orbits, but soon as I got Abysswalker I switched.

"we are a group apparently composed by 3 human locals (MC, Zayne, Caleb), and 3 who are not at least one of those two things (Xavier, Sylus, Rafayel)."

hahahahaha ha ha ha….

"But who are these guys?"

I second everything I've written in that section. Good job, past me.

Xavier My little prince <3 So soft <3 Ok so I second everything I wrote the first time, and I'll add that I was pleasantly surprised to learn he's the most playful character of all the LIs. At the start I would have sworn it was Raf, but it's actually Xav. Quick with his responses, quick to play and escalate situations, witty and mischievious. I really love that side of him, and spending time with him always puts a smile on my face. Let's all enjoy the fluff before they hit us with the 3rd myth and leave us to cry.

Zayne "The theme of the double is ever present in his characterization" Louder bestie! The more I play him the more I see the strong connection to Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde. If that entire narrative was flipped on him not choosing to create Hyde let alone having him take over. He's the LI I connect the least with romantically, but I second what I wrote the first time. His presence in the narrative is so strong that he could be a main character even without MC, and I would totally read that book. Also, even if I don't main him, I love his dynamic with MC so much. When I started the game I was quick to learn many players called him husband material and I didn't realize how true it was until I saw him interact with MC in his cards. They're really out there acting like they've been married 6 years already, huh. Good for them.

Rafayel /hands in hair Once again, it's the ones who smile the brightest that you have to be careful with because you don't know what they're hiding. His aunt was pretty much two steps away from putting him on suicide watch. He goes so, so dark. I called him a sassy bratty drama queen babygirl. I WISH HE WAS A SASSY BRATTY DRAMA QUEEN BABYGIRL for real. The Raf experience is seeing him as a drama queen, realizing it's a mask, knowing what's behind and then circling all the way back to enabling his drama queen tendencies because you crave a carefree smile (or pout, whatever you want beautiful) that won't stab you in the heart. Literally. Character of all time.

Sylus /inhales Grandaddy. If he doesn't stop wearing the most grandpa outfits in the café, I swear. I second what I wrote the first time. Greedy consent king, lover boy extreme, father of 2 + 1 pet, unapologetically romantic. Will let you tie tiny ponytails in his hair and then play videogames with you. The underworld mafia boss that everyone fears. I need whoever sculped his face to receive a national award. I know it's a controversial angle because Sy mains hate when he's reduced to just the sexy hot LI, and I get it I swear, but I need to point out how much I enjoy his pre-romantic dynamic with MC because it's so sexually charged it's incredible. And I wasn't at all expecting it. Tension with romance, sure. But these two echoing their "we want to eat each other" theme across time and space and landing on "we want to eat each other out"? Cinematic masterpiece.

Caleb Gegeeeeeeeeeee Players who only go for the English localization and stick to the "childhood friend" trope are stronger than I am because I swear so many parts of the text and their actions don't make sense if I don't consider the taboo angle. But once I put it in, that's a feast, thank you for the meal. The push and pull they have pre-romance is a thing of beauty to witness, I think about their dare in Lucid Dream at least twice per day. And his narrative angle is becoming more and more interesting as the plot progresses (thank you UNICORN operations for that insight), making me really curious for his future. Now, if only they fixed his kissing sounds in English I could finally find peace.

Summing up their dynamics as I see them: XavMC = sweetly playful and then suddenly it's spicy ZayneMC = established married couple spicy RafMC = chaotic exhibitionist roleplay enthusiast spicy SyMC = hot situationship with "enemy", then flips straight to committed CalebMC = obsessive repressed spicy exploding without warning

Last but not least, I need to applaud again the animation, the microexpressions, the writing, the music. Stellar job.

"If I were to rate it, I would give it a solid 8/10. A little less predatory on the gacha and fomo and I would have given it almost a 9. It would have surpassed the 9 if they'd fixed the issue with long-term players penalized on farming resources. The option to have someone other than a female MC would have made it slip into a 10."

Seconded.

#love and deepspace #lads #lnds #lads rafayel #lads caleb #lads xavier #lads sylus #lads zayne

32 notes · View notes

holdmytesseract · 8 months ago

Text

Wrapping up 2024...

divider by @jiyascepter <3

Hello, there?

*taps microphone*

Fellow talented writers, dear mutuals, wonderful friends, and faithful readers... 2024 is coming to an end, and I thought it's time to take a look back at this year together with all of you - if you like, of course! ☺️

2024 has been a good year, I'd say personally. It wasn't the best, but certainly not bad. I was blessed with finding a lot of new friends on here... @chennqingg @angelwings-crossbowstrings @dixons-sunshine @mayday2007 @huntedmusicgardenn and @erebus-et-eigengrau ! Thank you for letting me invade your blogs, askboxes and DM's! I'm so grateful we became friends! 🙏🏼🧡 Especially @dixons-sunshine ... Gods, I'm such a fangirl of Krys. You have no idea. It's a wonder I didn't scare her off with my endless ramblings, lol. 😆

I also bumped into a lot of amazing, talented people on here this year - new faces and old acquaintances... @thevegandarkelf @loz-3 @buttercupcookies-blog @gigglingtiggerv2 @jiyascepter and so many more! You all have managed to blow my mind not just once, guys. Thank you for that! 🧡

I have also been blessed to spend another year with the gang on here! @smolvenger @eleniblue @lokisgoodgirl @mochie85 @vbecker10 @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @mypainischronicbutmyassisiconic @anukulee @multifandom-worlds @jiyascepter - you guys are the best, and you damn well know how much y'all mean to me. Tumblr wouldn't be the same without you. That much is certain. Please never forget how freaking badass and magnificent you are! *BIG HUGS* 🧡

Yeah... I love the bond we all share on here. No matter writer, reader or 'lurker' - we all share the same passion one way or the other, and that's just beautiful, isn't it?

I'd like to give out a special thanks to @muddyorbsblr . It feels like we have known each other for ages but only got closer throughout this year (and perhaps the end of last year - I unfortunately can't remember entirely. Please forgive me, bestie.) Almost not a day goes by without us texting - and that's awesome. I could always rely on you for advice and help - or just for thirst. 🤭 No matter what, you always have a sympathetic ear for me - and I appreciate this and you so much! Thanks for being here and sharing all those cool things with me! I love you, bestie! 🧡

Another very close friend of mine I met on here is @fictive-sl0th - my compatriot, hehe. She's just wonderful. You know what I'm talking about if you ever had the chance to talk to her. That girl's got a heart of gold, I swear. She ALWAYS helps me when I get stuck on a story. I don't know what I'd do without her. I enjoy talking to her a lot. Friend, I absolutely treasure you. I love you! 🧡

What else happened this year on here? Well... I did a lot of writing - for which I'm very grateful. I'm still having so much fun doing this. I truly hope y'all have just as much fun with reading. I couldn't imagine a life without writing anymore. It's impossible.

My personal writing highlights this year:

• A Covenant for Eternity - a project I absolutely LOVED to write. It's been so cool to do this in cooperation with so many people. Love, love, love!

• Love In The Rearview Mirror - my newest series. I know I just started to post it, but I've been working on this already for quite some time. I love this series with all my heart, and I truly hope it won't disappoint you.

• Echoes of Hope - another great AU that I started. I absolutely fell in love with my OC's Teddy and Marlo. I just can't help but to continue this.

• Hunter & Prey - one of the steamiest things I ever wrote. I love this addition of the Baby Fever AU!

• ...what the future holds... - a spontaneous idea that turned into one of my favourite stories.

Do you guys have any favourite stories? I'm curious! Let me know - if you want! 🤗

What else happened? 🤔

Oh yeah, and I reached 2k followers this year! TWO THOUSAND... This is insane... I'm still stunned by this, I swear. I would've NEVER ever thought this was going to happen someday. Not even in my wildest dreams. Thank you again for this! 🙏🏼

And oh boy, we celebrated big...

Campire Sleepover

Well... It's been a wild ride - and I can't wait what the next year has to offer... I'm excited!

Thank you ALL for reading, commenting, reblogging, and interacting! Thank you ALL for spending this year with me - and fangirling together. No matter if it was about an mischievous God, or an archer with an angel-winged vest. Thank you ALL for helping me shape this blog. It wouldn't be the same without you.

Thank you - from the bottom of my heart!

I truly hope I didn't forget somebody... If I did, I'm SO sorry. I didn't mean to forget you! Please feel hugged. 🙏🏼

I love you all! 🧡

Now there's only one more thing left to say - I mean, I already stole enough of your time...

I wish all of you a merry merry Christmas and happy holidays! I hope you are able to enjoy it! 🎄

And now... *turns up Christmas music*

P.S. If you made it until here, I'm gonna tell you a secret... 🤫 There's a Christmas-ish Loki oneshot coming your way in the next two days... 🤫

#wrapping up 2024 #personal stuff?#friends #mutuals #writing #reading #loki #daryl dixon #doctor who #Spotify

59 notes · View notes

stump-not-found · 8 months ago

Text

A03 wrapped 2024

tagged by @tempusedax-rerum >:DDDDD

1.) Biggest surprise while writing this year?

how much people responded to bill cipher saying daddy . how people have interpreted ford's relationship to mabel in theseus' guide; i've really tried to write him as really caring for her so seeing that interpreted as him disliking her is so interesting haha

most of all tho i'm just surprised and very grateful that theseus has received any attention, it's been so so wonderful reading everyone's thoughts and seeing them engage with the fic . it really makes the entire process so gratifying, and i hope folks continue to enjoy where the story goes next :D

2.) How many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year?

i've got my erotic billford rom com Can of Snakes that's over 20k right now . it has banger titles such as "sad handjob" and "penicular sounding", so someday i'll be posting that . i think they can make it work

i also just started Weirdmageddon 2: Electric Boogaloo: Lost In New York, an AU where ford gets stan to help him finish the portal after kicking fidd's to the curb . stan and bill become besties, ford hates it, and bill isn't allowed to destroy new york until he tries a slice of 'za .

this is not accounting for the mountain of comic WIP's i have but that shit aint goin on ao3

3.) Favourite character to write this year?

ford for sure . you give me a character who's autistic in a way that isn't cute and it just means the world to me . i get to give him evil autism . the autism where we acknowledge growing up autistic is traumatizing and makes you not a nice person all the time . fuck i love him . i get to dump so much of my own shit on him its so funnnnnnn yay lalalala

there was a whole paragraph i wrote that was just describing the perfect eye angle to maintain when walking through a farmers market to avoid social scenario's, which i had to remove because it was just me rambling about my own social survival strategies . farmers markets are dangerous places

i also love writing him in the context of bill . what a fucking mess they are i hope they never get better . but together <3

4.) The character that gave you the most trouble this year?

honestly stanley pines . i feel like i soften him too much, and lean in to his more positive traits than his more negative ones . it's hard because i feel like folks don't talk about the fact he was homeless for like 10 years & also had a breaking bad style adventure in columbia

the other problem is that he IS a big softy so idk . but he should be bitchier god damn it . he should be talking about his cataracts

6.) Did you receive any gifts this year?

I DID YOU INSANE PEOPLE thank you all it make a me smile:

@stemmmm @ancharan @kronehaze @sillyhyperfixator @ezrathean0n

7.) Did you do any collaborative works this year?

i feel like all my writing is collaborative!! i spend hours talking fic stuff with my wife & brother and my stuff is all the better for it . would love to do more of that w/ other folks i love it talking and thinking and playing is so fun

8.) What do you listen to while writing?

i don't like listening to music when i write lol ...... i sit in the cold silence and type in a frantic spiral .

i listen to a lotta different things while i think of things to write tho . atm all i want in the world is to make a theseus animation to this song it's very hammercore :

youtube

9.) Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

oogh that's hard to choose . i'm just gonna share a bunch that make me laugh

from theseus' guide step six:

Dipper, clearly, doesn’t get it, and Ford acknowledges he is too young to understand a professional working relationship.

also from step six:

“Oh, sure, I can move on,” Stan grins, “To the other items on my list. A, the shack’s toilets all suck, and the seats keep raisin’ automatically. B, your handwriting sucks. C–”

from theseus' guide step three:

“You think you’re coming back anytime soon?” “No, 8-Ball, I don’t think I’m ‘ coming back ’ anytime soon.” Ford snides, though 8-Ball either doesn’t register that, or doesn’t care; hard to tell with the guy, “I’m sure you’re aware, but your boss wants to kill my family. And destroy my universe. ” 8-Ball sniffs. “Cool. Mind if I eat your leftovers then? Teeth keeps eyeing them.” Ford frowns, “You couldn’t have just brought them with you?” “Nah, man, I want to eat them.”

lots of lines from step eight but we ain't there yet

uuuuhhghhg who to send this chain mail along to uuuhgghgh

@beccadrawsstuff if u wannaaaa . anyone else feel free to pick this up as well i'm bad at this lol

#stump talks #Youtube

54 notes · View notes

probablysimpledreams · 4 months ago

Note

CONGRATS ON 200!!! You deserve 200000000 tbh bestie!!

For the event: "Oh gosh, I hope I make it through the night" (15 Minutes) + Shigaraki + coworker au

BESTIEEEE!!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHH💖💖 thank youuu and thank you for this Shiggy request I've never thought of this au with him but now low key obsessed👀 annnnnd came at a perfect time bc it's (almost) his bday!!! So happy birthday Shiggy<333 I hope you enjoy this bestie hehe

cw: office party, alcohol and weed, slightly nsfw

wc: 1313

The only thing worse than being at the office all day was being there all night for a company party.

Your branch had been performing exceptionally well these past few months and instead of giving out raises or bonuses to celebrate everyone's hard work, your bosses decided an afterwork Friday night party was the way to show appreciation.

Originally you weren't even going to attend. If you wanted to be surrounded by annoying drunk people you would have just gone out to the bar on your own accord. Your Friday night would have been much better spent in the comfort of your own home, curled up with a good series and better tasing alcohol. Plus, the gossip on Monday would have been so much more entertaining to hear if you weren't watching it unfold in real time. As annoying as your coworkers could be, you loved some office gossip from them.

The only reason you were even here was because your work bestie had begged you to come. All yesterday she talked your ear off about how much fun it will be and that you two will spend the whole night together enjoying the free food and drinks, you won't even feel like you're at the office! Yeah, so that lasted maybe one full hour before she got enough liquor courage to go flirt with her little office crush. In hindsight you should have expected this, as you knew she was not the type to pace herself around alcohol no matter the setting.

You swirl your half drank cup around as you stand in a group, everyone listening to one of your coworker's tell some story about a cruise he went on years ago. You continue to sip on the punch, a mixture of cheap liquors and juice, as the story continues. By the time you finish your drink, he's finally done dragging out the story which gives you the perfect opportunity to slip away from the group. You toss your empty cup into the trashcan before heading out into the hall so you can think without the sound and body heat of hundreds of people suffocating you.

"Hmmm it's only 9:30, guess I'll stay for another 30 then leave," you sigh, checking your watch as you lean against the wall. "10 minutes out here then 20 back inside to say bye an-"

"Already tired of these losers too?" a nearby voice asks, making you realize you weren't alone like you originally thought. Your attention moves away from your phone as you move closer to the voice. You look around the hall confused as it didn't seem like anyone was out here.

"In here," the voice calls out again as he hears your footsteps moving closer to the closet. You notice the door is slightly cracked, so you push it open a tad more to find your coworker Tomura seated on the floor, back against the wall as he taps through a game on his phone with one hand and takes a hit from his pen with the other.

"I'm surprised you even stayed for this," you say with a slight laugh before sitting down next to him. He notices the way your eyes keep glancing over to his pen, so he offers it to you while finishing out the current round on his mobile game.

"Would have been stupid not to take up the offer of free food," he shrugs, not looking up from his phone as he responds. "If anything I'm surprised you're not back in there. Took you for more the social type."

"Eh, just not really feeling it tonight I guess," you respond before taking a few hits from the pen, ignoring the way he chuckles to himself when you start coughing. "What are you playing?" you ask after clearing your throat, leaning up against him to look over his shoulder and missing the way his cheeks flush at the sudden contact.

Tomura goes on to explain the game in full detail, making you giggle as he jumps from game lore to character lore to his personal opinions on every aspect. As he continues to play through the game with you watching and cheering him on, you two continue hitting his pen until the battery dies. Though you promised yourself you weren't going to get drunk tonight, you never said you weren't going to get high. You felt giddy as you sat there with Tomura, like you two were in your own little bubble away from all the annoyance occurring in the office space just steps away. The weed was affecting Tomura too as the occasional glances he shot your way were becoming more frequent and lasting longer. You were starting to distract him so much that by now his game was long forgotten, and you watched the way his phone slide out of his grasp before his hands cupped your face and pulled you into a kiss. The action shocked you as the weed and suddenness of everything made you dizzy. Once he pulled away, the two of you just stare at each other in silence. Enough time had passed in Tomura's mind to show him he had fucked up in this moment, but before he could awkwardly run out of the closet you grabbed the sleeve of his shirt.

"Wait don't leave," you shyly tug at the fabric, refusing to make direct eye contact. Tomura's eye's widen at the sight, and he swore his heart was going to jump right out his chest. Fuck, he had been fantasizing about this happening ever since he began working here. Ever since the first day he laid eyes on you and your kind smile. Ever since you made it a point to at least once a week to check in on him, asking him about his weekend and how his life was despite no one else in the office giving him much time of day.

"Kiss me again?" The words left your mouth before you could even think of anything else. You had always thought he was so beautiful, even if he was a little shy and weird compared to others. Ever since the moment you first laid eyes on him, you knew you wanted him. Sure, it was taking more time than you had originally expected but now that he was here as you wanted you weren't going to let him get away so easily. "Please?"

Tomura rubbed his eyes as he looked down at you on the ground, unsure if he was hearing you correctly or if he truly was so high he was imagining things. You notice the way he's frozen and unsure, so decide it's your turn to make a sudden move. You quickly jump to your feet, falling against his body as you pull back into a kiss. You smile against him as you hear soft whimpers leave his lips. You guide his shaky, unsure hands to your waist as you deepen the kiss. Once secured on your body, Tomura's hand grip your waist tightly as your confidence encourages him to be confident too. He pushes you against the closet door, as now it's shut making sure no one can even think about entering the little bubble you two have created away from the rest of the world. The kiss starts out gentle until it becomes rough and hungry, making your knees buckle. Tomura's lips leave yours and slide down to your neck, placing hot kisses against the exposed skin, while his hands begin sliding up your shirt. Your hands tug at his hair, causing him to groan before his head turns to look up at you with hazy, lustful eyes.

"Let's get out of here," he places another soft kiss to your cheek before nipping at your earlobe to lean in and whisper. "And go somewhere way more comfortable. And way more private."

29 notes · View notes

pumpkin321xxx · 6 months ago

Note

hi darling! ^^

may i be allowed to request a sigma x reader from you? very onbrand for me

i was thinking about a reader that has some sort of accident and because of this got amnesia shortly before she met sigma.

sigma as someone who also has the problem of not recalling his past at all and now feels finally close and understood by someone. of how it feels at the start like you're trapped in someone you don't know and how it's such a helpless feeling.

y/n as someone with an actual past might talk about that it feels like she's finding out more about someone but not her since those hobbies she apparenrly had require it to be a skill that you get so she can't return to those but only feel like she has only worsend in every aspect. maybe she also doesn't feel home. yes there are these kind people but she doesn't recognize their faces and it's a scary feeling that if anyone would walk up to her and say "i'm your old bestie!" she'd have no way to tell if it was right or not. so she feels like she's somehow missplaced.

for this she's trying out many hobbys now - maybe she went to the sky casino to try out if such games would be something she likes. or any other reason on how sigma and her could meet

now both of them have a comfort person with a slightly similar issue

amnesia can make that the memory consists of snippets of events, emotions, visuals but not a continuous story and to somwtimes remember new things suddently

so in short amnesia y/n x sigma - my whole rambling was only to get the idea but if you want to do it diffrently it's alright love like if they already knew each other or not

i hope you'll have a lovely day my darling and have eaten enough kisses your cheek

love you!<3

Sure pookster! I think is a bit different but I hope you like it ^^! (I tried okay? sob)

Sigma x Amnesia!reader

contents: Fluff, comfort

Sigma drew out a heavy sigh as he was done for the day—the packed schedule kept him away from you for such a long time but now that he had some time to spare, he swiftly walked in toward his office, to find you curiously staring at the photos of yourself with everyone.

“How’s the progress?” His voice snapped you out of the thoughts, you looked up to him again and shook your head. That answer was to be expected, it takes time to recall memories, especially after a severe head trauma from a horrifying accident—it will take a lot of time to recall everything.

It was surprising to him that you survived, yet you were left with broken bones and amnesia. After spending money on his employee, of course you should be fine from the top-quality treatment.

The moment when you gained conscious and were hit with sudden confusion and panic, it was heartbreaking for him to be asked about everything. The sudden realization about your situation—God he could relate to it, the confusion, the anxiety and the lack of trust.

Sigma knew very well how it feels but not to much degree since he never had the past—but you on the other hand, had a past and he couldn’t imagine losing the self of identity someone had made due to years of effort.

It was a month ago yet he could still remember the distrustful look you held when he walked in to your view, those eyes that looks at the threat, watching their every move and strategize the escape. God, he hated it.

He wanted to prove himself that he was no threat and reassure you about your safety, but who could he blame? He knew that feeling all too well and he knew talking to you might make it worse, albeit, he could give it a try, right?

A small talk about your daily life reassured you somehow and here you are in his office, giving your best to recall everything.

No deny that it overwhelmed you—you were desperate to learn about yourself but no use. You can't recall it no matter what. The only thing you have learned so far was about the casino manager, the employees and everyone except for yourself.

Your lips quivered, begging to spill out your thoughts as your shaky irises were staring right at Sigma, trying yet again to remember something about yourself—anything. Just anything.

Sigma picked on the stare he’s receiving and stepped up to you, concern was the first that popped up in mind and to immediately check on you. “What’s wrong?” He asked, making sure to keep his voice low and soft.

You took a moment to reply, sucking in a deep breath and finally you spoke. “Do you perhaps know something about me?”

“Of course, I-”

“My life outside casino perhaps?” You voice cut him off and now it was his turn to stay silent.

“All I knew was this casino, and the staff in it. But what about my life outside of here? Where I was just a normal person living out there and not gambling with the customers. Do you perhaps know?”

The pleading tone in your voice along with the hopeful yet desperate look was enough to keep him silent. He could just make up a lie and let you live with it, you have amnesia, right?

However, he couldn’t bring himself to do that. Life is precious and so are its memories—and he knew that all well from his life before being a manager.

Lying and making up a fictional life for you was like betraying you since you dependent on him for answers about yourself, everything that had at least a small role in your life.

“I even forgot my skills in here as a gambler... I... I-I don't know what to do at this point.” Burning tears formed in your eyes and you couldn’t hold your head up bravely, hanging it low to avoid his concerned look and hope for the heaviness to ease off.

“Everything is foreign and all I can do is just accept it, knowing I am vulnerable to you...” You paused, unsure to continue further but decided against it. Feeling the weight sinking down next to you on the couch.

“I sure do understand the confusion, the lost part of you that you’re so desperate for.” You slowly lifted your head up to meet his eyes that were looking back with concern.

It took him a moment, and it was a quandary moment. He can't think of a way to comfort you—this case was far too familiar but maybe, he should share his case and hope it would comfort you and help you relate to someone at least.

As a manager, he always cared for his employees. Getting along with them helped him a lot—he was able to get their trust and efficiently lead them through the work. Any disasters and their employees would always be backed up by him, taking the responsibility to stay firm on the ground and deal with it right away. This also includes their well-being.

And you weren’t a different case either. Sigma always looked after you after the accident, ensuring a smooth recovery. Though, looking at your current self, he felt as if he had failed in aspects of mental health.

He was thinking for a moment to think of a way to let you know it's not an end. “I can’t recall my past either...” Sigma paused, letting those words sink in. You tensed at the sudden reveal—it was literally unexpected that someone who was ‘born’ to be a manager suffers from amnesia.

Someone who had managed the casino so well, the one who would make everything seem easy and comfortable for the employees whenever he walked in...

“Casino was all I ever had...”

You were snapped out of your thoughts as he continued and you listened intently and curiously. “However, it didn't stop me from accepting the new life—that this is my home from now on, everyone here is like a family to me. I'm still on guard around people, who to trust and who to stay away from.”

“So, I do understand your feelings, however, I am at ease that at the very least, you are safe from awful people. That much I can assure you, alright?” He flashed you a smile, and you never felt so understood by him.

Forcing out a surprised chuckle to shake yourself out of the shock, you nod a bit. “It is comforting, really.”

“And having amnesia won't mean everything is over. It is a second chance for you, relive the moments and memories you lost. New experiences are everything, do you know?”

You chuckled more at his words, finding them a bit cheesy but hey? At least you two find something in common and this meant you can really count on him for anything.

Sigma on the other hand was relieved to see you crack a smile and get comfortable around him, praising himself a bit even though he felt a bit awkward getting personal at the risk of breaking his professionalism as your manager.

“I am glad I have someone to count on, and you’re right on the experience part! I maybe struggling to acquire skills in here but the experiences make up for it.”

"Right." Sigma smiled, happy to see his employee finally content.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #sigma #bsd sigma #sigma x reader #fanfic #bsd x reader #fem reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bsd sigma x reader

22 notes · View notes

onboardsorasora · 1 year ago

Note

Maybe you have an au that works for this— but thinking about accidental baby acquisition maxiel. Like a “life as we know it” (the movie) AU where they have to adopt a kid, live together and suddenly make it work

Oh! Oh!!

BESTIE. This is...

I don't currently have a fic in the works like this but I honestly love this trope so much. There's a fic I read in my last fandom that did it sooooo lovely.

I will say, I don't remember this film but I read the summary and my brain lit up a little. I hope I'm not like scooping the finer plot points

I imagine they met because their mutual friends are together. Maybe they met originally at the wedding years ago and they're the childhood besties of their friends and get named God parents.

Fast forward maybe 3 years and something bad happens and their friends pass. And it's when they both realize that being named God parents meant that they're responsible for their godchild. Max knew but Daniel had no idea that it was so serious. He just thought it was an honour and now he's extra special uncle Daniel.

Let's say their friends had a son, Jack. And Max goes to the house to meet up with Jack's grandparents who ofc are grieving and don't want to give up their grandchild but Jack is supposed to be in Max's care.

He stays at the house, so Jack has some stability. Daniel comes the next day- he travelled all night. Jack runs to him when he gets inside and Daniel breaks down clutching this little boy to him.

Max offers coffee. Jack spent the night clutched into his chest and he's trying to not feel jealous that he's not clinging to Daniel.

They aren't friends. If anything maybe they didn't really get along during the wedding festivities. But it doesn't matter. They stay with Jack at the house while the grandparents plan the wakes and the funerals.

They both try to explain what it all means and argue about whether telling a 3yr old that death was like final was a good thing. They argue about a lot of things because Daniel believes in protecting Jack a little more about he harshness of the world and Max thinks that it's a bit pragmatic to not lie.

There wasn't really a will because Jacks parents were young and full of life. They couldn't have anticipated the car accident. So because of that any legal decisions made while alive count. Meaning Daniel and Max have full custody of Jack.

Daniel thinks they should allow his grandparents to take care of him. Max thinks they should honour their friend's wishes.

One pair of Jacks grandparents agree with him. Daniel figures they can agree to disagree. but they also can stay in the house with Jack for a little longer before they figure out next steps. Max is one of the executors of the estates and he has to go through all the paperwork and heavy shit.

Daniel watched Jack while Max is working. He spends a lot of time with the grandparents. Daniel moved away after uni and well, he works pretty remote so it's not a hardship to move back. At least until everything is sorted.

Max owns a business so paperwork and lawyers are things he knows. And when all is done he comes back to the house to spend time with Jack. And Daniel.

And it kinda continues like that, unconsciously. They don't like intend to become parental figures but they would do anything for Jack. And sure they still argue but they're happy to provide stability for their godson.

One of the grandparents suggests selling the house and it becomes a point of contention. Daniel disagrees. It's all Jack's known. They can't uproot him after everything.

Something something legalese that the only way to keep everything as it is now is for Daniel and Max to adopt Jack. And be his legal guardians. And the easiest way for that to happen is for them to get married.

Max agrees because fuck it. He'll do anything for Jack. Daniel agrees too because he loves the little shit. Jack is his best boy, his baby wayby. So they have a quick signing at the courthouse. No fandangles or fanfare. And they both completely move into the house.

And that's where things get dicey. Because it was fine before. When they were just friends with a mutual purpose but for some reason a title and a legal document has shifted something.

Max had always thought that Daniel was cute. But now he can't stop thinking about how lovely Daniel is while he's reading to Jack at bedtime or dancing around with him in the house to his dad's favorite albums.

And Daniel always tired to lightly flirt with Max where he could but now-- did Max's jaw get sharper? Are his eyes sparkling in the amber light of Jack's nightlights?

And there's tension and they're tripping over each other. And Jack notices something is different. And he gets worried. Cries that they're leaving him too.

And it's a tantrum of all tantrums and Jack is screaming and wailing and crying for his parents, his real parents. And it takes them hours to calm him. And he won't rest or sleep unless he's touching both of them. Clutching Max's shirt in one hand and Daniel's pinky (the one with the 3) in the other.

They're exhausted and crumbled in the main bedroom because it has the biggest bed. Neither of them sleep in there, it didn't feel right. But holding Jack there, cuddling him close, that felt right.

And maybe Max brushes some tears off of Jack's cheek and kisses him in the forehead and looks over at Daniel who is watching him quietly and Max pulls them both close. Daniel threads their fingers together and Max squeezes and kisses their palms

#well... this got away from me #lol i guess i do have a fic now with this plot lol #i didn't mean to write all of this but i hope it's good and legible #answered #anonymous #maxiel #max/daniel #accidental baby acquisition

62 notes · View notes

sharenadraculea · 11 months ago

Text

Vampire-au Victorian Edition

I‘m still working on a overview of all the primarchs backstories in this au, so until I finished that, have a castlist of the victorian au!

Konrad Curze: Orphaned street child probally around 12, small time criminal and newly turned vampire. Doesn‘t think much of high society social norms and will continue to ignore them no matter what Fulgrim does. Adjusting to beeing a vampire surprisingly well

Fulgrim: Vampiric socialite and ex-renaissance-painter (They died before their career ever really got off the ground). Trying and failing at not letting the supernatural crazyness around them mess up their live too much, and new parent to a baby vampire. Yes, they love Konrad very much, don‘t let them tell you otherwise.

Magnus Rubeus: Eccentric researcher of about everything. Yes, the science is ethically dubious. It‘s the victorian era, what do you expect? Also a vampire and very old at that. Currently also living in London and thus spending quite some time with his very good friend Fulgrim and newest study subject Konrad

Sanguinius: One of the oldest vampire in the emps/primarch-clan. Currently very busy on travels overseas because damn they need a break and probally won‘t be back for quite a while. Ocean liners and trains are much slower than airplanes after all

Ferrus Manus: Another vampire, another one of Fulgrim‘s very very good friends. Has no idea what to do with high society but also he likes Fulgrim so he‘ll endure some dinner parties from time to time.

N‘Kari: Very wealthy, widowed at least thrice, probally (a little) high at all time and ambiguosly mortal. Fulgrim‘s very problematic Bestie

Sevatar: Konrad‘s friend from when they both lived on the street and a few years older. No, he definetly isn‘t about to commit any famous murders in 1888 London. What makes you think that?

Shang: A stableboy (or some other kind of servant) Konrad ends up befriending. He is just hoping that all this bullshit won‘t get him fired

There are definetly gonna be more characters, Rushal is absolutly going to make a appearence later on and I‘m working on ideas for how to get more Emperor‘s Children Characters in here

#I‘m currently working on Chapter 2 #It should be finished this week #warhammer 40k #vampire au #konrad curze #fulgrim #magnus the red #sanguinius #n'kari #jago sevatarion #shang

46 notes · View notes

yutasbimil · 8 months ago

Text

Enticed

gryffindor!beomgyu x fem!hufflepuff!reader ft. slytherin!jaemin | txt ft. nct dream ff. ✦ (6/8) [series fic] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff cw: friendship/love, bestie-lovers energy, frenemies vibe, friends to lovers, lots of bantering, tutoring, teasing, crushes, confessions, jealousy, tension, slow burn, unrequited love, love triangle, hurt-comfort, eventual smut lol, break up, eventual happy ending, FLUFF!!! ! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 1.8k

do not repost © yutasbimil (2024)

It didn’t help with Yumi’s spiraling state that Jaemin broke up with her.

Well, this was her on the last days of the previous semester.

Now, it’s just the beginning of their final school year, they’re all gathered up in the Great Hall when the topic is brought up.

“What was the reason?” Bora asked.

Yumi shrugs, just sad, but it was great while it lasted. “And we’re on good terms, so no worries.”

“That’s not exactly what I’m worried about, Yumi-yah.” Bora pouts, sighing as she looks too solemn for her own good. And for her to leave out the details? Not exactly in character for Lee Yumi.

“I’ll be fine.” Yumi pressed. “It’s great that we tried…”

They only got together for a few months? The three months were more than good enough really.

Yumi shuffles a bit in her seat, fiddling her fingers nonchalantly. “It happened over the course of summer… we eventually faded away then broke up.”

Distance was the problem? Meh.

“That’s dramatic.” Soobin comments, making Bora nudge him hard at his snark tone.

Yumi took no mind of it as it was, indeed, a bit of a dramatic way to put it.

Throughout the summer, it just so happens that when Beomgyu got injured, it was the end of the semester. It gave time for him to focus on healing. It also gave a chance for Yumi, and some of the gang to spend some time hanging out due to proximity, staying in the same city.

Unlike her and Jaemin… but it’s better off this way.

It helped how she got distracted throughout the summer and just focused on herself.

“Finally, she woke up,” Yeonjun mutters, making Taehyun immediately elbow his side. Soobin and him surely are of the same feather. His mouth is truly something else. Even if you yank out the sleep-deprived part of him right now.

Nothing is new though.

Beomgyu is still nowhere in sight. Or does he already know?

Soobin ponders but immediately brushes off the thought incoming. Nah, they wouldn’t approve that he immediately makes a move on her after a breakup. And they know enough he has respect for Yumi to not be an A-hole like that to take advantage of her vulnerability.

Wait, how did the thought go to Beomgyu—

“So it was mutual? The breakup or…?” Taehyun rolled the dice.

“Oh…” Yumi blinks, oddly surprised as it’s not an obvious thing to be picked up. “Jaemin called it off, but we talked it through properly before parting ways.”

The boys looked at each other, exchanging brain cells of what they may be feeling off of what might have happened. Bora slightly picks up the radar as easily as she picks up her food using her chopsticks.

There’s something…

Speak of the devil.

Beomgyu joins in, already recovered. Just as if nothing happened as he just casually sits down and joins them all composed.

“You preparing for the big test?” His eyes are directed at the dispassionate Yumi.

The moment he joins in, this is his upfront greeting.

“It’s the start of the school year, Beomgyu.” Her bland response aligns with her unenthusiastic expression. She rolls her eyes as Beomgyu continues to elbow her energetically. “Yeah, yeah… I know we’re graduating so we need to take it seriously with the N.E.W.T.s. coming…”

He pursed his lips, taking it down a notch seeing her not matching energy levels.

As if his mask was stripped off, Beomgyu just shrugs, passively as he levitates some food onto his plate. “Just keeping you back up to pace, chum. How about we get you some tutoring from your good ‘ol Mr. Choi, hmmm?”

“Urgh, he’s loud as fuck.” It managed to slip a slight smirk off her lips, she heavily sighs as Yumi noticed herself give in. “Again, I know this is your usual tactic to lighten me up. But get back to me after a week or two, then I’ll get to ya, Mr. Choi.”

“Ouch, treated as a business partner.” Beomgyu scorned, he crossed his hands. “As if you didn’t tend me last summer vacation.”

“Not in the mood, Gyu.” Yumi rolls her eyes, chomping harshly like the meat in her mouth. “I haven’t rejected your offer yet.”

“Well…” The conversation between them quickly died down. Amid their little bubble, the guys’ eyes on them are wide as they exchange looks. So it’s Beomgyu who will replace Yumi’s “tutor”?

It’s a way to distract each other, and Beomgyu knows and they know that she needs to get back on track. Like, this is nothing out of the ordinary, this was the usual even before being involved with Jaemin. They gather as a group and have their weekly study sessions. And it’s better now that they're more accustomed to their academics than last year. They can focus more properly now.

Them hanging out together as a group helped tremendously as it was easier for them to keep on track. But one rainy day, it just so happens that Yumi and Beomgyu were left alone; just the two of them.

“Finally decided to be my friend again?” Beomgyu speaks, his hand on his waist as Yumi approaches them. Yeonjun and Soobin are with him as if sending them off.

She perks her brow at the sudden attack. “I was always your friend, what the fuck?”

“Not that I was feeling any of it, doofus.” He purses his lips, emphasizing the cold treatment on their group sessions. She was there but not quite the most pleasant towards him. The two weeks in business days was just unbearable for him.

Soobin and Yeonjun weren’t having any of it.

“Aish, we’re already graduating and y’all still run your mouths?” Yeonjun had his face scrunched up.

Soobin quickly brushes them off.

“Just don’t go strangling each other. We’re heading off to the fields now.” He says, waving off as if telling off his kids.

Yeonjun has Quidditch practice, and before they walk away, he’s as if gawking his eyes out as he points his fingers to his eyes and then to the two. Most especially at Beomgyu.

But Ah yes, the air is different. Like there’s a lingering tension. A different tension, like different.

Yumi didn’t take any mind off any of this, just letting off Beomgyu as he took her books from her to carry. And off they went to the library.

It’s not a big of a deal.

Beomgyu is also knowledgeable of the subject they’re tackling for today’s agenda. They can manage even if the others have their personal plans.

What’s different today? Was it the mild mildewy air? The rain pattering filtering the atmosphere that it added to one's desire for warmth at the drop of temperature?

As opposite the heated gazes they spat at each other, the shift made them stir to a familiar memory lane. The array of books displayed across the shelves may be to blame. They may not withstand the amount of stories untold in each page, they would want to continue and preserve their memories like books.

Ah, the entrapment of flowery words. A poet is damned.

Yumi found herself lost in a garden of words as she scribbled nonsense in her notebook. But she had to be engulfed back to reality.

They were serious but something seemed off with the vibes, now that she thought about it— or is it because they touched a subject of sentiment?

There was a sudden pull of nostalgia in each other’s eyes. The closeness of her breathing altered his thought process, she’s too close, he felt her alluring warmth.

Beomgyu had to swallow back an abrupt nerve of agitation.

“You frustrated me,” she told Beomgyu. Yumi was so caught up looking at her lap that she didn’t get to see the aftermath of what her staring did to the Gryffindor guy.

“I just miss us being in the feel of it in our usual antics back then.” Yumi best managed to construct the ache in her chest. There was a feeling of loss; as if it could never be brought back; not in the same intensity of emotion as in the past. Their lenses were not that clouded with the vision they have right now that they have grown past that certain youth threshold.

As much as Beomgyu sees Yumi’s perspective, he has a different take on it. Spinning his Muggle pen of a contraption, a slight laughter escaped his lips.

“And that isn’t a bad thing?” He says as normal and expected to harbor such fear or whatever anxiety occurs in one's heart at some point. “We’re also here to create new memories together, at least we’re here, right?”

She had to pause, looking at the said source of the words to seep in its meaning and its meaning from her best friend’s heart.

Yumi faintly smiles. “That’s a nice way to put it.”

As gloomy and frigid as the ventilation in the vast room brings, it wavered a different tinge of light for Yumi on how she views Beomgyu at this moment. Now that they’re graduating… they expect that they have matured now. Hopefully.

But still clueless, as it seems.

In the midst of the crowded library, Jaemin sees quite a deafening atmosphere between the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor’s resolved focus. Even as Yumi and Beomgyu both had their lips sealed, their strong gazes in their own little force field said otherwise.

Jaemin subdued himself behind an adjacent bookshelf, not making his presence known nor daring to break the bubble the two created.

He admits, there was still a flutter of butterflies seeing a glimpse of the familiar girl in his sight, they had a bond at some point after all. But he’s mostly okay now; assured even as he sees her accompanied by the reliable lion in her stead.

If you were Jaemin, one may feel it’s better off, especially since he can see that Yumi and Beomgyu are more deserving to be together.

Like Gurl, from miles away from just watching them, you can pick up how they’re running in circles on how they interact with each other. Years of playing cat and mouse even…

And I just can’t bring myself to go in between that further.

Mostly Jaemin is just looking back at the good times with Yumi. He shakes his head in amusement.

Yeah, they’re both idiots in love.

Jaemin is lowkey rooting for them to end up together soon.

He sees the way Beomgyu is looking at her, for so long, it’s hard to ignore and deny he’s down bad.

It’s not hard to spot a fellow guy liking someone. And it’s not just when she was his girlfriend… Even before, Jaemin noticed. He kinda feels bad he shoot his shots, but it’s fine they tried.

It worked till it didn’t.

He and Yumi decided on their differences; they didn’t have chemistry other than the physical and wits aspect. Jaemin enjoyed the times and decided to end on good terms, parting ways.

※ my masterlist | #enjeiwrites ※

26 notes · View notes

kitkat13001 · 9 months ago

Note

✨Heyyyyyy friend!! First things first…. Ahhh congratulations on 100 followers!! I’m so so happy for you, your writing definitely deserves the attention and love it’s getting pls pls keep up the amazing work!!✨

Okay so here’s my request :for Bakugou Katsuki, and the lyric I have is from don’t let go (love) by En Vogue the lyric is: “What’s it gonna be? Cause I can’t pretend Don’t you wanna be more than Friends?”

thank you so so much!! 🥹🫶 your support means the world to me. this one’s made special w love 😻 hope you like it!! (also not sure if the japanese celebrate thanksgiving the same way or whatever but let’s pretend!)

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚘 (𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 ) | 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒 𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚞

what’s it gonna be? cause i can’t pretend. don’t you wanna be more than friends?

you’re out grocery shopping with bakugou when you get the idea.

you ask him as you’re weighing canned goods in your hands, tone light and musing. “if i decided to have a ‘friends-giving’ this year, would you come?”

bakugou spares you a stoic glance as he pushes the cart. “tch. maybe.”

“maybe?!” you scoff, offended. “kacchan, i need a ‘yes’.”

he scowls, shooting you an irritated look at the nickname. “why d’ya want me to go so bad anyway?”

“your roasted yams are soooo good,” you giggle, throwing the cans into the cart, “it wouldn’t be thanksgiving without them.”

he scoffs. “so you’re just using me for food privileges.”

“of course not! it wouldn’t be friends-giving without you either—you’re one of my best friends.”

he scoffs again, but you don’t mistake the way his ears tinge red as he pushes the cart up the aisle, leaving you in the dust.

“wait up, kacchan!”

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

you’re at the checkout, handing off your groceries to katsuki as he places them neatly on the conveyor belt.

“so that’s a ‘yes’ on friends-giving, right?” you ask him again, prodding his shoulder with a carrot. he snatches the carrot from you with a huff.

“i’ll come if you stop calling it that dumbass name and just call it dinner.”

“what’s wrong, kacchan? you don’t like friends-giving?” you tease, waving another carrot in his face.

“no. it’s a fucking stupid name.”

“aw, c’mon, bakugou. i thought we were besties!”

he’s getting progressively redder as he bags the groceries, grabbing your hand almost aggressively and dragging you out of the store.

you’re laughing the whole time, continuing your relentless teasing.

“what’s the rush, bestie? you wanna spend time with me that bad?”

“shut up!” he barks when you’re finally outside and alone. his cheeks are red and his brows are furrowed, eyes big and honest.

you’re taken aback by his seriousness, stunned and silent.

“i don’t want to be your fucking friend!” he huffs. your heart jumps at that, confusion clouding your brain at his words.

“i want…” he pauses, taking a second to collect himself, painfully aware of his hand still in yours. his voice is quiet when he speaks, words soft and deliberate, blushing furiously the entire time. “i want you to be mine.”

you blink, stunned. once his words sink in, a big smile overtakes your face.

“oh, is that a fact?” you tease, tugging on his hand.

“yes, damnit!” katsuki snipes, scowling at you despite his pink cheeks. “you gotta problem with that or somethin’?!”

“nope,” you reply, absolutely giddy as you swing your interlocked hands while you walk. “no problem at all.”

#love song event!#mha x reader #bakugo katuski #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #mha #bnha

51 notes · View notes

tieronecrush · 2 years ago

Text

꒰ა ONLY ANGEL ໒꒱

javier peña x f!reader

chapter two: lips of an angel

series masterlist

rating: E (18+ only, MDNI)

summary: After his return to the US, Javier is trying to settle back into a normal life without the pressures of Colombia and the DEA, but he finds himself feeling isolated with no one to spend his nights with. Now a newly appointed criminology professor at Texas A&M, he is drawn to you, a post-grad student in one of his classes. You’re intelligent and witty, sweet and kind, and he can’t get you out of his mind. To cope with his growing loneliness and to rid himself of thoughts of you, he signs up for an “arrangement service�� to connect him with somebody—a sugar baby—he can care for. After he is matched up with Angel, he finds himself developing feelings quicker than he ever expected, but what happens when he finds out Angel is really you?

series warnings: power imbalance (prof and student), sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, discussion of money, criminal activity, judicial systems, graduate school, smut, daddy/papí kink, praise kink, degradation, self deprecation, discussion of self worth, multiple sexual or romantic partners, sex work, cursing, use of spanish, likely more warning so read at your own risk!

word count: 5.1k

a/n: thank you @northernbluess for beta-ing this series for me <333 love you bestie, the only one i'd wanna be a sister wife with

To: TheOnlyAngel

Subject: Nice To Meet You?

Hey,

I got an email that we were matched for Sweet Temptations. I figured I would reach out and introduce myself, maybe get to know you a bit if you are alright with that.

Feel free to call me Javi. I am honestly not sure what else I’m meant to do in an introduction like this. I promise I am normally much smoother than this, or at least more human and less awkward.

It’s nice to meet you, and to be matched up with you, Angel. If that’s what I should call you?

From: TheOnlyAngel

Subject: Re: Nice To Meet You?

Hi Javi!

It’s nice to meet you too, and hopefully, we get to meet in person. These first emails are always awkward no matter how many I’ve sent or received, so please be assured that, honestly, that was one of the better ones I’ve gotten. :)

I normally like to ask what you’re looking for out of this “arrangement” (I hate calling it that, it sounds so impersonal) and maybe you can tell me some fun facts about you if you want to share!

I can go first for the fun facts:

Green is my favorite color

I unironically love the song MMMBop by Hansen (which is unexpected if you saw the rest of my tape and CD collection)

My current favorite movie is Romeo + Juliet that came out a couple of years ago cause Paul Rudd <3

That’s about all that I can think of as I sit in bed and type this so hopefully that is sufficient enough!

TTYL Javi,

Angel

To: TheOnlyAngel

Subject: Re: Re: Nice To Meet You?

Hey Angel

Paul Rudd is pretty likable, I’ll give you that. Is he your type? Cause I hate to break it to you sweetheart but I don’t really look like him. Both have dark hair but that’s about where the similarities stop. And Romeo + Juliet huh? Must be a bit of a romantic.

And MMMBop…it is catchy. I have to stop myself humming it at work these days.

As for what I’m looking for, I guess I just want someone to spend some time with. Whatever comes of it, comes of it, but I don’t want to really have any expectations. Just wanna get to know you, Angel.

Took me a while to think of some fun facts:

I grew up on a cattle ranch right on the border of Mexico in Southern Texas

When I was little (like 9/10 years old) my primos dared me to enter a rodeo for Mutton Busting (chasing a sheep around to try to catch it)

A CD of Selena stays in my car at all times, and yes, I know all the words

Hope those were fun enough for you, Angel.

And I hope you have a good day today.

The emails continued for about a week and a half, Javier slowly became more comfortable with the virtual communications. Angel was bubbly, and sweet, always asking him questions and always interested in hearing about his day or what his favorite book was. It was either his loneliness or a newfound desperation that had his heart skipping when the sound of new mail pinged from his desktop.

It felt a bit strange to have such normal exchanges with Angel and be reminded of the circumstances with his bank statement for the charges that the service takes monthly. With how personable Angel has been even via email, he finds himself forgetting what exactly brought them together. Maybe all the mystery and excitement will wear off when the two of you meet, but something deep in his gut is telling him that isn’t going to happen.

He drags himself away from his desk, no response from Angel yet today. All he can think about is how he hopes there’s a new message when he comes back, gathering his things to head to the lecture hall for the third week of Sociology of Deviance.

In the beginning, he thought this class was going to be a chore to do. Stuck onto his schedule last minute, had new material to cover, and had an annoying Dean of Faculty checking in on him much more often because of it. However, a handful of sessions in, he’s got a bit of a skip in his step to rush over there, the familiar jump in his stomach when he thinks about you.

The pretty fall floral dresses you’ve started wearing with the change in weather, large cardigans pulled over the top. You’ve worn a few flannels over your shoulders, clearly oversized and he feels a prick of jealousy whenever he sees you in them.

Do you have a boyfriend? Are those shirts his?

What would you look like in one of his button-downs?

Christ, the thoughts won’t stop no matter how hard he tries. Another reason why he is attempting to completely throw himself into this new “arrangement”, hoping it would be a means to an end to his crush on his student.

That’s what it is. He has a fucking crush.

He hasn’t had a crush in years.

Laying everything out for the class session, he starts writing the discussion points on the board. At the sound of the door violently swinging open and a rumble of loud footsteps rushing, he looks over his shoulder to see you, belongings in your arms and clearly flustered. His jaw drops open to ask if you’re alright, making a burning flash of eye contact with you before you drop your head, embarrassed, and find your seat.

Turning back to the chalkboard, he shakes his head minutely, rolling his shoulders before continuing his writing, white powder from the chalk coating his fingers. Instead of his normal thoughts of you, he keeps fighting the urge to ask if you’re okay. In the short time he’s known you if you could even say that about your dynamic, he knows it’s very unusual for you to come in that incomposed. He wipes the residue off on his pants, facing the class.

While he teaches, his eyes continue to wander to you, oddly quiet when you would normally be engaged in the discussion. That kid Alex, obnoxious from the jump, is taking up far too much air time in this class, and Javier can’t help the annoyance on his face as he leans back against the desk, arms crossed over his chest as he waits for this kid to finish his long-winded, and incorrect answer.

You scoff audibly at a point that Alex made, piquing Javier’s attention. The two of you make eye contact again, and Javier suddenly unravels one arm from his chest, holding it up toward Alex.

“Excuse me, Alex, I respect your points but I think there might be some counters to your arguments. I want to be able to hear them before we move on,” Javier calls out your name, and his head snaps to you, nodding encouragingly, “What were your thoughts?”

“Oh, um, I was going to say that I don’t think that socioeconomic or social standing is the only explanation for the makeup of the prison system. And I think it’s pretty naive to think that it’s only rich people that get off with less severe punishments.” Javier watches your shoulders tense a bit at the obvious eye roll from Alex, the pen in between your fingers bouncing with nerves.

“Do you mind expanding on that? I’m interested in what you think is another reason,” Javier holds eye contact with you, the slightest smile on his face to reassure you to stand your ground in the argument.

“I mean, to me, It’s pretty obvious that the biggest reason is racial discrimination in the legal process. White people dominate the political landscape and the prejudices, even unconscious bias, contribute to the makeup of the incarcerated population. Judges will give favorable or less severe punishments to white defendants, and of course, class biases are a thing, especially because of the cost of criminal defense, but I think the overt, umbrella reason is racial discrimination in the legal process. It’s built into the systems of government, which is pretty depressing…”

You trail off and laugh awkwardly at the silence in the room, some classmates nodding in agreement while some are unphased, uninterested.

“That’s good. That’s exactly what I was hoping would be brought up by someone,” Javier nods to you, pointing in your direction before he rounds the desk to start writing on the board for students to take down in their notes.

In your seat, you start to copy down into your notebook, glancing up to see him look over his shoulder at you. One corner of his mouth lifts, a smile in his eyes as you try to bite back your own grin that threatens to expose how much you enjoyed his short praises.

From: TheOnlyAngel

Subject: Wanna Meet Up?

Hiiii Javi

I’ve had such a shitty day today, but honestly, I was still excited to be able to come home and talk to you. :)

Do you think you’d be interested in meeting in person this weekend? I’m free Saturday night if you are. LMK!

Hope your day was better than mine!

xoxo,

Angel

Plans were made to meet Saturday night around eight o’clock. Javier had chosen a bar he’d become familiar with on those nights when he couldn’t sleep, when the memories of Colombia were too much when he couldn’t stop thinking about those damn boats that were in his backyard.

The place is small, intimate, and quiet enough to hold a conversation — which he knew from the one or two times he’d picked up someone and brought them back to his apartment. There was always some sort of live music, usually some jazz or folksy blues, that could fill any first-date awkward silences.

In his last email to her, Javier told Angel that he’d be in the back of the bar, at a table for two, wearing jeans and a red short-sleeve button-up shirt. He makes sure to arrive first, getting there a bit overly early at 7:30 to snag a table and order himself a drink to calm his nerves. Pounding the glass back on the bar top, he orders another whiskey neat to nurse until she arrives.

This is a different feeling than he’s had before a date. Nerves aren’t normally his thing when it comes to women, but something about this night feels higher stakes than before.

Get it together, Javi. It’s a date, if it goes horribly, you don’t have to do it again. Plus, she doesn’t even need to be interested in you, this is her job.

When you arrive at the tiny, hole-in-the-wall bar, you nod thanks to the man holding the door for you, rolling your eyes when you get a comment from him that you didn’t ask for.

“Nice tits, sweetheart.” He slurs and sends you a wink that is definitely more of a blink. You slip past him without issue, scanning the small area for the man with dark hair and a red shirt on. At this point, with how many times you’ve done this, you’re normally not nervous to meet these men in person. It’s something you’re obligated to do, like showing up for any other job, and that’s how you treat it.

But this time around, something’s different. Talking with Javier has actually been….nice? He’s responsive and wants to get to know you, never taking more than a day to get back to you. He’s asked you more questions about yourself than anyone else has before and he always, always wants to hear about your day. If you weren’t careful, you could see yourself getting attached.

Well, getting attached if he’s anything like you’ve imagined him. Or who you’ve imagined him to be.

The only red shirt you can spot is on a man sitting at a table toward the back, facing away from the door and toward the stage in the corner where a jazz trio is playing a low, crooning song. Biting back a smile, you start to make your way over to him, admiring him from behind.

It’s broad shoulders and a strong neck, muscles flexing as he adjusts in his seat. His dark, chocolatey hair is combed nicely, so much so that you can’t help but have the thought of running your fingers through it and messing it up.

Dressed in a black dress with blotted red lips, you weave in between people, ignoring anyone else as you keep your eyes on the man you’re here to meet. Javi stays facing forward, watching the band play even as you stand behind him, cheated to his side a bit. Holding your breath, you lean closer and tap him on his shoulder.

“Um, excuse me, Javi?”

At the sound of his name, Javier turns over his shoulder to his right, a smile on his face already from the honeyed kindness in her voice. She did really sound like an angel for a second there before he realized where the sound was coming from.

“Yeah, I’m Ja—“ The sound stops in his throat when he is facing you. Your supple lips with the dainty Cupid’s bow, rouged cheeks, and gentle smile; normally in a nice dress or cardigan in class, but here you’re wearing much less material, more of your skin on display.

What would it be like to kiss it?

No. That is not ever going to happen.

Those doe eyes hold an innate tenderness that he couldn’t imagine ever being privy to, but here he was, under the stare of those and it was making him sweat. He can only imagine what he looks like to you at the moment, eyes wide and mouth blubbering to speak like a fish gasping for air.

You recognized him at the same time, biting the inside of your cheek to hold back the word vomit threatening to come out. If it did, you know you would end up spilling how honestly excited you are that the man you’ve been emailing with has turned out to be Professor Peña. You’ve harbored a bit of a crush on him for the last few weeks, ever since that smile he gave you when you introduced yourself after the first session. It had been burning moments of eye contact, and those gentle encouragements from him.

Hell, after class this week when he praised your counterarguments, you thought about his voice saying “That’s good” over and over while you laid in your bed that night, coming with the image of him over you in record time.

The first word out of his mouth is your name, tone flicked up at the end in a question. He grumbles to himself as he moves to stand up, forgetting his drink on the table.

“Fuck, this is bad…” He whispers under his breath, shaking his head at himself as he runs his hands on the sides of his jeans. “I’m so sorry.”

He steps back to further the distance between you two, awkwardly avoiding your eyes as he attempts to recover his professionalism.

“It’s alr—“

“I had no idea it was you. This is completely inappropriate, I apologize. I should leave, uh, and I completely understand if you need to change out of my class. I know it’s past the cut-off date, but I would help if you needed—”

“Javi — can I call you that?” He considers it for a moment before nodding, rigidity evident in his body, “Javi, it’s alright. You don’t need to apologize, neither of us knew before this moment…But I do have to say, I wouldn’t tell.”

“Uh, I’m sorry — what?”

“I wouldn’t say anything. If you wanted to sit down and have a drink, or a few, and get to know each other like we planned to, I wouldn’t say a word. Even if you weren’t interested after this, I promise, the secret’s safe with me.”

Javier can’t deny how much he was looking forward to meeting the woman he was emailing with. And he can’t deny that he’s had his eyes on you since that first meeting. Hell, he can barely control his thoughts around you.

Of course, it had to be you. The two people he can’t get out of his head have turned out to be only one person, and of course, it’s you.

“If it informs your decision, I would love to get to know you more, Javi.”

He stutters through his thoughts out loud before resigning with a sigh, taking a breath as he forms his response, “Only if you’re comfortable with it.”

“Definitely. Wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise. Now, may I join you?” You gesture to the empty chair and Javi nods quickly.

“Yeah, of course. Here, let me get that.” He visibly relaxes a bit, falling into a routine he knows well. Rounding the small table, he pulls your chair out for you before settling in the seat opposite. Shortly after, a server comes around and takes your drink orders, Javier looking to you to go first. After the order is placed, the server leaves the two of you in silence at the table.

Another beat passes before Javier speaks, saying what you both are thinking, “Sorry, I just, cannot believe it happened to be you.”

“Why’s that?” You ask with a lilt of humor in your voice, sitting up in the chair to move toward him, “Don’t think I would be into all this?”

“Yeah, I guess so, but—Actually I should not say what I was about to say,” he chuckles and shakes his head.

“Oh, c’mon, what were you gonna say?”

“Nope, definitely not going to tell you, sweetheart,” he smirks at you and then adjusts in his seat awkwardly, “Oh, ‘m sorry, I shouldn’t have sa—“

“Javi. It’s fine, just relax. You’re not making me uncomfortable at all if that’s what you’re worried about,” you give him a sincere smile, reaching across to hold his arm that’s lying on the table, “It’s actually kind of nice to have those nicknames coming from you and not some other creepy men who contact me.”

“Why’s that?” He echoes your question from moments before, eyebrows raising in curiosity and the same smirk growing on his face, glancing down at your hand on him.

“I shouldn’t say what I was about to say,” you attempt to imitate his voice, laughing at the end when he gives you a look that says ‘Really?’.

“I don’t sound like that, cariño. But that’s a good try. Now what is it that makes me nicer than the other men you’ve seen?”

‘That’s a good try.’ This man.

“And how do you know that? I could be nailing what you sound like to other people. You hear your voice differently.” You poke his arm pointedly, moving your hand toward your lap again. Before it leaves the table, Javier stretches his arm across, catching your fingers with his. He holds them loosely in his, running his thumb across your knuckles as he keeps eye contact with you.

“I’ve heard my voice enough in press conferences that were televised, angel. I don’t sound like that,” he uses his free hand to take a sip of his whiskey, “And don’t try to change the subject. I wanna know what you are gonna say.”

“I could say the same thing to you. We both have our secrets tonight,” you take a sip of your drink and shrug, “You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.”

“Nice negotiating, cariño, but I think I’d have to have a few more of these if I was going to share mine.” He raises his glass a couple of inches off the table, the amber liquid sloshing around before he sets it down again.

You’d say anything to get him to keep giving you praise like that all the time.

Grabbing your own glass, you lift it to him and smile, “Well, only one of these and I’ll be spilling all my dirty secrets.”

Javier’s jaw notches to the side as you say that, biting his cheek before he takes his hand from yours and runs his thumb across his bottom lip to the corner.

Inside his chest, he feels his heart beating faster and feels his blood rushing south, that same damn smile of yours that you give him from rows away in class doing the same damn thing it does to him there.

Half of him is wondering how he can make you smile like that all the time.

The other half wants to wipe that smile off of your face and have you whimpering.

What would you look like under him?

Jesus Christ, he’s way far gone.

Javier’s had three more whiskeys on top of his previous three. You’ve had about four drinks yourself.

The evening has devolved into something much more casual, breezy; conversation has flowed between you two, finding things in common and swapping stories that have the other laughing. From the serious professor in class, this more easy-going Javi is refreshing to see and definitely makes your crush a lot worse, somersaulting stomach and warm, syrupy flood across your whole body.

The subject has returned to the evening’s secrets, you asking him again to share what he was going to say.

“Please, Javi, it can’t be any more embarrassing than what mine is. I’ll tell you what I was gonna say if you promise to tell me.” You extend your arm, fingers closed into a fist beside your pinky.

He looks at your hand, debating internally before deciding ‘fuck it’ and links his little finger with yours.

“I promise, cariño,” he smiles and nods for you to share, “What are you dying to tell me so that you can hear what I was gonna say?”

“The affection from you is nice cause, I don’t know, you feel…safe. When I first started, I was getting some weird men that wanted to meet, and—This has just been fun,” you resign with a soft smile, “Plus it helps that you’re hot. Got the whole smoldering cop with the porn stache thing.”

“Smoldering cop with the porn stache? I didn’t realize that was a thing,” he laughs, the crinkles next to his eyes deepening before he takes your hand lying on the table, “I’m glad this has been fun for you. After all that shock and awkwardness at the beginning, I think it’s been really nice to get to know you, angel.”

“Alright, I shared my little secret, you share yours now.”

Javier sighs, his thumb rubbing back and forth across your skin. He takes a moment to speak before he meets your eyes, a resistant smirk on his face, “You are really gonna make me say this?”

“You pinky promised! I didn’t make you do that, there’s no coercion here, Javier.”

“Fine, fine. You’re too quick, cariño,” he squeezes your fingers with his, “I was gonna say before that I couldn’t believe it happened to be you ‘cause—It’s stupid, really, but I’ve had a bit of a crush on you since that first class, querida.”

“A crush? The sexy Professor Peña has a crush on me?”

“Couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. Can’t keep ‘em off of you, cariño. Too beautiful. And you’re fucking on it all the time, so goddamn smart. I really am convinced you should be teaching for me,” he glances down sheepishly, feeling exposed from his tipsy confession.

The surface of your cheeks heats up, feeling a tingle down your spine when his eyes meet yours again. Leaning forward across the table, you bite your bottom lip as you drink him all in.

“D’you think I’ll ever be able to properly pay attention in class again after that?”

“You better, sweetheart. Just cause I’ve got a crush on you doesn’t mean you’ll get a good grade. Not gonna go easy on you. Fair’s fair.”

“Mm, I don’t mind it hard. I prefer it that way, actually. Makes it much more satisfying when you finish.” Your tongue wets your lips before you take your bottom one between your teeth, watching as Javier’s eyes darken at your double entendre.

He shakes his head, giving you a knowing look about your mischievous word choice, “Better be ready for a challenge then, angel.”

“Always, Peña.”

It’s late now, verging on turning into Sunday; the hours flew by with each other. Javier noticed the time on his watch, the crowd in the bar was sparse in spots that were full when he got there. When he looks at you, your eyelids look heavy, and those normally wide and bright eyes, eager and excited, look drowsy and content, so close to slipping closed and turning your mind off for the night.

“You ready to head out, angel? We’ll go find you a cab.” He asks with a subtle smile on his face, scooting out of his chair and standing, offering a hand to you.

“Yeah, m’ready.” You rise after taking his hand, hiking your small rectangular bag over your shoulder and stepping closer to him as he switches which hand is holding yours. Right in right, he grips yours from the outside of your palm, fingers lacing together as he presses his left into the small of your back, weaving between the patrons and out the front door.

The air is crisp when the door breaks open, cool air surrounding your warm, alcohol-blanketed bodies. Javier's touch still surrounds you, your right shoulder pressing into his chest when you turn to say something to him.

He takes a step back, allowing you the space to rotate fully in his arms, meeting his eyes and feeling a grin toy at your lips.

“Tonight was nice.”

“It was. Think I should be saying thanks to you. M’glad you had me stay.”

“Yeah? Well, m’happy to hear that cause I was gonna say, if you wanted to keep this up — meeting up, the arrangement all of that — if you wanted to keep it up for the semester, I would happily keep the secret. Y’know, you help me, I help you kind of thing. We just have fun.”

Javier considers the offer, ticking his jaw as he debates internally. On one hand, it’s a massive risk. The two of you could be seen out with each other, or if anyone noticed anything different in class, it could jeopardize his job, and possibly your degree. But on the other hand, if every night with you is like this one, he’s hard-pressed to say no. You’re funny and intelligent and beautiful — sure, there’s the element of how you two met and what happens behind the scenes, money taken out of his account monthly and forwarded to you through the service — but with the way you’ve had his heart pumping from your sweetness and his cock half hard at how turned on you have him constantly, he really can’t find a fuck to give about the risk.

“Alright. If you are in for it, I definitely am, angel,” he grins at you, his tongue poking out to wet his lips when his eyes flit to yours, the faint red lipstick of yours still holding strong.

“Good, Javi. That’s good,” your voice is a purr, a smug smirk playing at your lips when he leans in closer, walking you back towards the brick facade of the bar. His knees nearly give out when he hears those small praises, already waiting for the next time you speak them to him.

“Can I…?” he trails off, the tip of his nose only an inch from yours.

“You can kiss me, Javi.”

Without wasting another second, he catches his lips with yours, gentle at first with soft, delicate kisses exchanged. His tongue slides along your bottom lip, a breathy whimper parting your mouth enough for him to lick into it, melting his tongue with yours. One of his hands moves to hold your jaw, the other stagnant at your hip. A step closer brings him flush against you, quiet moans muffled into each other’s mouths.

The roughness of the brick is harsh against your bare skin on display, the contrasting sensations pooling arousal in between your legs. Javier tastes like tobacco, whiskey, and mint gum; an interesting combination but an intoxicating one. His hand at your hip moves around to your ass, pulling you off the wall slightly and against him, his growing bulge felt against your torso.

Before the two of you can get completely lost in each other, you pull away, hands on his chest. A taxi pulls up at that moment, honking its horn in question if you need a ride. You wave to him and ask for one minute with your fingers, turning back to Javi standing in front of you a bit breathless.

“I should go. Got some reading to do for this class on Monday that I’ve got.”

“Oh, yeah? Hope your professor hasn’t been killing you with the readings,” he smirks back at you.

“Nah, he hasn’t been killing me but seems like he does really wanna give it to me. Must have some high expectations,” your voice is coated with a lilt of teasing, winking at him as you slip from his arms.

He follows close behind to walk you to the cab, a hand finding your back and dropping down to graze his fingers across your ass.

“Think you’ll have no trouble exceeding those expectations, angel. Plus you could always ask for one-on-one tutoring or some extra credit.” It’s his turn to wink, opening the rear door for you and helping you in.

“Glad I have your confidence, Javi. Here, gimme your phone I’ll give you my number.” You reach out and he fumbles it from his pocket, passing it off to you. The information is quickly entered and saved, handing his device back to him and looking up at him from the seat of the cab.

“I’ll be waiting for a call, Javi. And I’ll see you Monday, Professor Peña.” You give him one last look, giggling as you shut the door and he hits the top of the taxi before you drive away, standing there with an idiotic smile on his face.

Javier grew up religious, his mamá dragging him to church every Sunday. He’s only been back to church at the major holidays he’s been home, leaving behind any spiritual side of him. All the concepts of eternal souls and heaven and hell meant nothing to him.

However, tonight, he felt an inkling to believe that heaven was real, and he had met an angel.

His angel.

tagging those from last time: @northernbluess @swiftispunk @joelsversion @mrsquill @yazsos @cartoon-garbage04 @sugadolly @ilovepedro @lovers-liability @deathwife @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite @undrthelights @atticrissfinch @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @casa-boiardi @wannab-urs @fishingforpike @msjarvis @walkintotheriveranddisappear @sugadolly @tbniarq @vee-bees-blog @spidermanfrog @belliezz @joelsflannel

IF YOU WANT TO BE ON THE TAGLIST, PLEASE FILL THIS FORM OUT! thank you!

#javier #writing #only angel #javier peña x f!reader #javier peña x you #javier peña x reader #javier peña x female reader #javier peña smut #javier peña fanfiction #javier peña fic #javier peña fanfic #javier peña x afab!reader #javier pena x female reader #javier pena x f!reader #javier pena x reader #javier pena smut #javier pena fic #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena fanfic

240 notes · View notes

creedslove · 2 years ago

Text

THE MILLERS 💖 - HALLOWEEN EDITION🎃

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

(This can be read as a Halloween 🎃 stand alone, or as a continuation of THE MILLERS 💖, that was also inspired by this post here)

Summary: Joel takes his son trick or treating on Halloween and you three spend a beautiful family moment together

Warnings: fluff, sweetness, Joel being the best dad in the world, sexual tension, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of breeding kink, allusions to smut

A/N: besties, I could go without boy dad!Joel, he's the perfect husband and dad to take our kid trick or treating, am I right? Enjoy it ❤️

2.4k words

The moment Joel woke up that Halloween morning, Sammy was already all around him, so excited and wanting to play, but not only that, he couldn't wait until the evening came and it was time for his daddy to take him trick or treating. Joel on the other hand, had so many things to do at work, but he had already told Tommy and the other guys he would leave early, because there was no way he was going to run late for such special occasion with his life, as not showing up at all due to work wasn't even a possibility to begin with.

You finished the scrambled eggs and served your husband a plate, Sammy played trucks on the living room carpet, he was never hungry in the morning, but he still ate a grape or two when you insisted on him too, but overall, all he wanted was to play and spend time with his daddy. Your heart was always swollen with pride to see how much your son loved his daddy and how similar they were. Joel was usually a tough man, but he was always so gentle and soft around his family, you knew you couldn't have chosen a better man to build a life with.

Your husband sipped his coffee as he let out a satisfied moan at the taste of your breakfast and gently placed his big hand on yours, caressing it gently as he looked into your eyes

"Is everything set for tonight? What about his costume?"

"If by everything set you mean your son talking about it non-stop for the past week, then yeah, everything's set" you tilted your head and stared at him, Joel was such a handsome man, his features were both gorgeous and attractive and if you really could choose, you would like to drag him back to your room and and sit on his lap, kissing Joel for as long as you wanted and make sweet love to him. It was funny how it always alternated between the two of you; sometimes you wanted it hard and fast, you wanted him to be rough and sometimes all you wanted was to move your bodies in sync as you stared into each other's eyes.

"I was hoping we could spend some alone time after trick or treating, you know…" you bit your lips and he picked the clue immediately, his hand left yours and went down the table, stroking your thigh very gently at first, even if his rough calloused hand didn't need much more than a ghostly touch to get you all worked up.

"Am I neglecting you, baby girl?" He raised his eyebrow and made you blush softly, at the same time you shook your head, Joel Miller would never neglect his woman and her needs, but he had been busy for the past few days, and with a small toddler at home, it was pretty much a miracle when the two of you were actually full of energy enough to fool around a little bit. His hand now squeezed your thigh, running it up and down and appreciating the effect he had on you; Joel Miller was an addiction to you, no matter if you'd been married for a few years and if you had a baby together, he was still the one you craved and desired the most in your life.

However, as life with toddlers wasn't easy at all, the moment you were ready to spice up a little bit, perhaps kissing his neck and nibbling his weak spot or casually resting your hand over his crotch, but tiny steps interrupted any flirting that was going on as your son's beautiful face lit up in a smile

"Daddy! Morning!!!" He cheered excitedly and rushed to his papa Joel, climbing his lap and getting comfortable. He eyed his dad's plate and tiny fingers stole some of his scrambled eggs and you chuckled, it wasn't about breakfast, it was about his dad's breakfast. Sammy loved his daddy with all his little heart and cherished every single minute he could spend with him, to which Joel also appreciated and did his best to make sure it happened very often.

Your husband chuckled and placed both hands on Sammy's tummy, holding him tight against his body and resting his chin on his head. His brown curls smelled so good, as you were always so careful with hygiene and you made sure to bathe your son every day. Sammy's hands rested over his dad's. The contrast between his tiny ones and his dad's big ones also made your heart clench. Your life was so good and a part of you feared it was just too good to be true. As Joel questioned Sammy about his costume, your son told him all about it. He was excited to go as an octopus, which surprised the both of you, you knew Sammy had taken an interest in sea animals after his uncle Tommy had let him watch 'Meg' in a very irresponsible move, your son seemed to be fascinated by such animals, so you assumed his chosen costume would be a shark, however, not long after he watched the movie, Sarah came home one weekend and made sure to take him to visit the aquarium and after that, your son seemed obsessed with sea animals. Apparently, octopuses were his favorite at the moment, judging by how frequently he drew them all over his sheets of paper. The fact that Sarah, Joel and uncle Tommy all bought him all sorts of illustrated magazines and books about sea animals, made him even happier. So when he told you about the costume, you had to drive around a little to find a good one, but when you did, your son was in love with what he was seeing. He was just so excited and happy, he wanted to wear it every single day and if you hadn't told him he should make his costume a surprise for his daddy Joel, you were sure he would've thrown a tantrum over not wearing the outfit every single day, but instead, he kept it a secret - and by secret he actually told his daddy every single detail of it - which very often made you and Joel laugh together.

When your husband announced he was going to work, your son sighed disappointed and Joel felt as if something pierced through his heart. He really needed to take a vacation some time soon, he couldn't handle seeing how upset his baby boy was each time he had to leave and also how much you missed him on a daily basis.

"Stay daddy, please…" he said with puppy eyes and you took his tiny hand

"Daddy has to work my angel, you know he would stay if he could, right? But he will be back soon and we will go trick or treating tonight, remember the pumpkins we carved? We'll light them up and they'll look so nice…" you told him and played with his curls, so he nodded obediently as Joel painfully had to put him down and walk to his truck.

You knew Joel would spend a lot more with you both if he could, but since it wasn't possible, you invited your son to run some errands with you in order to distract him until it was time to trick or treat.

•••

Your son was running happily through the backyard as he loved playing with the plushie tentacles of his costume. He was so excited to be finally dressed up for Halloween and the fact the street was slowly getting more and more illuminated by the all the pumpkins and decorations his little heart was racing like crazy out of excitement and expectation, but nothing, even compared to the moment he saw his daddy's truck parking in the driveway. He squealed the word 'daddy' at the top of his little lungs and rushed as fast as his legs allowed him to, the butterflies in his tummy being so much he even slipped and fell, unharmed, simply getting up on his own and jumping on Joel the moment his daddy opened his arms to welcome him in a tight embrace. Joel chuckled and wrapped his arms tightly around his boy, his sweet Sammy could look like him, physically, but he was all his mommy, his intelligence, his wit and that tooth rotting sweetness he could have only inherited from you.

"You look amazing, buddy!? You scared me for a while! I thought an octopus had invaded our garden" he tickled his son's tummy who giggled hysterically and wrapped his arms around his daddy's neck

"You're silly daddy" he giggled and smiled big once you walked to them, you hadn't properly dressed up, but you did throw a nice black outfit, some boots, a darker makeup and a witch hat

"You're so pretty mommy!" Sammy cheered and clapped his little hands and you pretended not to see your husband eying you up and down. You kissed your son's forehead and nodded

"Are you boys ready to go? Uncle Tommy says he'll stay in and hand candies to the kids…" you frowned as you tilted your head "Sammy… we have a problem, we can't go trick or treating without daddy putting on a costume" you winked at Joel who shot an annoyed look at you, but the moment his son agreed and began blabbering about how important it was that he got dressed, you chuckled and handed him a hockey mask.

"There you go, you already got the shirt and now the mask, now we can scare some little kids"

"More like scare dickheads who dare staring at your ass, darling" he leaned towards you and whispered into your ear, giving your neck a quick peck while Sammy ran to the front porch to grab his pumpkin-shaped basket of candy.

It wasn't the first time you three went trick or treating together, but the year before Sammy was still too little to understand it fully and enjoy everything that was happening, unlike that special evening you spent walking around the neighborhood with your family, it felt special, the kind of special you snapped a picture or two to keep it as a memory but not more than that, so you wouldn't be glued to your phone the entire time. Joel took your hand as Sammy walked a couple of meters ahead of you, his basket was full of candy and he cheered each time he found someone looking interesting or even scary, as he wasn't afraid at all.

Joel looked at you with soft eyes, removing his stupid mask

"You look gorgeous tonight, you know that?" He pulled you by the waist and smirked "once our little one falls asleep it's time for us to enjoy our Halloween and you're so damn teasing with this witch bitch costume I might just get you pregnant again"

"What?!" You widened your eyes at his words and couldn't help but let out a nervous laughter "another baby?"

Joel shrugged and kissed your lips

"Imagine a year from now, Sammy will be trick or treating with his baby sister, would you like that?" You take a deep breath, taking a look at him as you lick your lips

"Well… I don't know… would you like that?" You asked him, after hearing Joel call himself old over and over, complain about how he doesn't have energy to catch up with Sammy and how his back hurt, you assumed having a second baby was off the table. However, seeing his hopeful eyes, the way he looked at his and the way he looked at all the other kids, you could tell maybe he actually meant that.

"Do you think I'd joke about that? If I didn't want it, I wouldn't have mentioned it but if you don't want then it's fine, I mean, you're still young an-"

You interrupted him with a kiss, of course you wanted if he wanted, having a family with Joel Miller was the best decision you'd ever taken, there was no way you could pass that up.

"Mommy, daddy!" Sammy called the two of you, he was dragging his basket since it got so full he couldn't lift it up, you chuckled helping him with the candy as Joel lifted him up. You knew your son well enough to see he was already tired, no matter how hard he tried to fight sleep, rubbing his eyes was the only thing he could do as he rested against his dad's chest. Still falling asleep in Joel's arms, you both got home, Tommy was just finishing with the candy leftovers and widened his eyes the moment he saw Sammy's

"Really? Stealing candy from a two-year-old?" Joel raised his eyebrow annoyed at his brother, but you tugged his sleeve, showing him it was time to put Sammy in bed. He helped you take the costume off and it was alright if your son skipped showering for one night, he didn't even wait for dinner, but it was alright, because the next day he would eat a delicious big breakfast you made him and your husband.

As you and Joel went downstairs, he pulled you by the waist, sitting on the couch and taking you with him.

"Have you talked to Sarah?" You ask nuzzling his neck as you know how much he missed his daughter

"We video chatted during my lunchtime… she is very pretty and she was going to a party" he said with a hint of sadness in his voice, it was painful for him to see his little girl growing up so much, so you nodded and snuggled him. You placed your hand on his stomach, gently scratching down his belly as you pecked his cheek and then went for Joel's lips

"So your desire for a new baby was just because Sarah has grown up too fast or you actually wanna do it?" You asked him gently, his arm pulling you even closer as he shrugged

"I don't know… I want it but I'm also scared… it's a lot of trouble, it's a lot of money and Sammy is still so small, he needs us so much. But at the same time it's about having another little version of you, running around, playing and melting my old heart, I can't decide"

"You don't have to decide anything right now, Joel, but we could get started, couldn't we?" You whispered against his ear, to which he kissed you.

Joel wasn't very sure if he wanted another baby or not, but he was so happy to have you and Sammy in his life. He loved his little family with all his heart and there was nothing he could ask for other than live a world of happiness with the two of you.

____

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal one shot #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot

371 notes · View notes