#|| I heard that you like the bad girls - honey~ is that true? It's better than I ever even knew~

[unstablerk800]

|| I want to sing the chorus of Video Games by Lana Del Rey to Connor while slow dancing with him.

It's one of those days again. 🥺

[thxnks4themrms]

https://open.spotify.com/track/5by7gtiDrxe4n2qQQunL8S

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[hiddenlife-manager]

i dont know if you do driver x driver x reader, if you do then maybe oscar x logan x reader? if you dont then just logan x reader is good. i dont really have a good idea for smut but if youre up for it there could be some oral sex, choking, possessiveness, and degradation? ima gonna be honest its been a hot minute since ive read your smut so id theres something in my request youre not comfortable with, my apologies!

Logan Sargeant X Reader X Oscar Piastri

cw... anal, double penetration, not edited, cumshot, kissing with cum, hair pulling, slight dom, slight hinting to the two of them being into each other, gagging, blow job, oral, jealousy, timeskip, plot and porn, etc...

notepad... HIYA! Second post of the day. Honestly speaking I enjoyed this. But i probably could have spent more time on it. Either way I had fun.

There were only a few things Logan Sargeant had that Oscar Piastri didn’t. He hated to admit it, but it was true that Oscar was the better rookie and the better driver. He had things that Logan didn't, but he had one thing—the only thing Oscar couldn’t have and wanted more than anything. He had you. You were his trophy, the girl the two of them fought for in the Perma days. There was no hate between the two of them, still being the closest of friends, but Oscar could never help but be filled with jealousy each time he saw you with Logan. He was the better match for you, yet you chose Logan. 

It was the Miami Grand Prix; you were there supporting Logan after a disappointing week. Oscar certainly had a bad week, but compared to Logan, it was a hundred times better. He couldn’t help looking at you talking to Logan, walking hand in hand. He wanted what Logan had; it was selfish; you were happy; his friend was happy; he knew it was wrong. 

“Hey Oscar!” He heard Logan's voice call him out, it stunned him. He looked up, seeing him walk up with you. You waved to him, clearly unaware of his feelings.

“Oscar, you look great; how long has it been?” You asked, letting go of Logan's hand, hugging the tall man. Leaving him confused for a moment, he slowly raised his arms to hug you back. It had been sometimes since he felt your touch that all the feelings he felt became stronger than ever. 

“Likewise, are you two still together?” He asked if it was true that you were never in the media and were also never posted about. You nodded. Logan grabbed her hand and pulled her away. 

“Stronger than ever. Oscar, do you want to join us for dinner at my place? Like before, this time at my own home.” Logan asked him rather quickly. Oscar was unsure of how to respond. After spending an entire night with you and Logann being in love, It sounded like hell, yet he missed you, the sound of your laughs, or the way you talked. It was a tough decision; it felt like hours passed while the two waited for his answer. 

“Like old times.” 

“Ah~” You mumbled your head back, your legs being pushed while Logan’s mouth sucked at your clit. How did Oscar get here? Watching his friend eat out the girl he wanted. He could have left, but he stayed. Your moans sound so sweet, like honey to him. He watched Logan suck your clit almost as if he were making out with your pussy. You were clearly close to orgasming, your words becoming less coherent. He heard the low voice of Logan. 

“You’re our guest, Oscar; I know you want to.” Logan stood up, looking at him with your juices on his lips. Logan knew him too well. Oscar walked over to you and him. Logan sighed, seeing your panting face cumming just by his mouth. “You are my friend, but do know I am possessive of her. Don’t leave a mark on her Oscar, or I might not be able to forgive you for it.” 

Oscar nodded; it seemed like all that Logan told him went through one ear and out the other. Logan sighed, climbing on the bed right behind you, hauling your panting body up. He used his chest to support your back, putting you right at the edge of the bed for Oscar. His other hands spread your legs wide. 

“You want me to?” Logan rolled his eyes, taking one hand away from you and tossing a condom for Oscar to catch. He hated it because he was acting so inexperienced in front of you. He held the condom, opening it while pulling his cock out and putting the protection on properly. 

“Pick a hole, ass or pussy?” 

“I know you, Logan; you pick.” Logan smiled upon hearing Oscar say such a thing. He was caressing your cheek, flipping you over, and having you on all four. 

“I say surprise her. You dreamed of this, so do what you want for once.” Oscar knew Logan's kind heart was nothing but excited to have control over him. Logan pulled out his cock, pumping it a few times. "Besides, I have her mouth.” He shoved his cock into your mouth suddenly. Oscar began to hear the lewd sounds of your muffled gags. He groaned while doing it. He shoved his cock up your ass. It was so tight, and you were so unprepared. “You picked her ass. I’ve been training her, so she’ll be fine.” 

Logan gently placed his hands on your head, playing with your hair; cooing at you. Oscar could tell he truly cared for you. No matter what, even face-fucking you, he had a hint of gentleness. Oscar held onto your hips, bouncing you back and forth on his cock. Causing moans to be heard that were muffled by Logan's cock in your mouth. Logan thrust deep into your mouth, gagging echo into the large room. 

“Can I grab her hair?” Logan smirked, nodding to him. Oscar's hand went to your hair, pulling it back, causing a small pop when your lips left Logan's cock. Logan used the opportunity of shock from you to shove his cock once more into your beautiful mouth. Logan and Oscar found themselves moaning, both enjoying the view of you being used. Clearly, they both enjoyed it; their relationship has been a bit rocky since Logan got with you, and this was a good way to get them to fix it. 

You, on the other hand, didn’t mind it; you were being fucked in two holes and forced into a moaning mess. You loved it even when your hands got weak. They began to shake, feeling like you were about to orgasm. You knew Logan was close, his cock twitching in your mouth and his thrust being deeper than normal, making you gag even louder than before. You weren’t sure how Oscar orgasmed and were unsure if he was close or not, yet the sounds of his whimpering from how good your ass felt told you all you needed. 

The abuse of your ass and mouth continued until Logan thrust so deep it made you gag that you had to pull away while he came. Oscar grabbed your hair tightly, your mouth open, and Logan once more shoved his cock in your mouth, making you milk him dry. You were gasping for air, trying to moan, cum flowing out of your lips, unable to hold yourself up. Oscar fucked you faster; you knew he was enjoying it, but it became overwhelming for him. 

That was until he pulled you back by your hair so tight that he sat you up and came into your ass deep, filling his condom up. Leaving you moaning loudly at the feeling of his cock getting soft slowly. You were still covered in cum. Logan leaned down to you, kissing you deeply, not caring about the cum clearly on your lips. Oscar is still deep inside you; his cock is so deep that it feels better than any woman he has been with.

“We can do this again, Oscar.” Logan and Oscar were both naked, watching your sleeping body. You went right to sleep after they helped clean you up. 

“I missed you too, Logan.” They turned to each other and shook hands, firmly embracing each other in a quick hug.

[christinebloodwrittings]

To hunt or be hunted #4

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader x Lucifer Summary: Truth unveiled, Alastor being unusually touchy, Lucifer being himself. Warnings: Mentions of child death.

Hazbin Taglist: @sakuraluna2468 @boogiemansbitch @mysterypotatoink

One year and seven months left. You reminded yourself while watching the black snake tattoo that slowly made its way up your arm, soon it would reach your heart and all would be over.

“Ten years, you work for me at my Hotel, and if I can’t manage to convince you to find something good to do with yourself, I’ll set you free” Charlie’s voice resonated in your head, it made no sense, but the true meaning of the deal was that if she could manage to help you find a reason to continue living, you would have a permanent home at the hotel.

If she couldn’t, you would have your soul back, and then the snake takes care of ending your suffering.

A swarming of feelings and thoughts came from thinking about the countdown, “It’s probably the best” who was going to miss you anyways? No one did back at the living world, your daughter died post-partum, your husband had died because of his sins, most of your friends at the time flew overseas looking for a better life, and there was no family left to mourn you.

Still isn’t.

Your father and your husband were most likely around in hell somewhere, in a hundred years you haven’t bothered to check, probably ended up repeating the same pattern: Gambling, debts, death.

May was a dreadful month, Mother’s day, your daughter’s birth and death anniversary, and just by the end of it, your birthday. Turning 40 is bad, but imagine turning 140 years old, that is worse.

You died at 35 years old in the 1920’s, since that to now it’s been 104 years, plus your age at the time 139, now turning 140. “It’s a blessing that I stayed looking the age I died in, otherwise I would be looking worse” you outlined your hips with your hands while straightening the leather straps around your waist.

‘Y/n, can you come to the parlor please?’ you heard Charlie speak through. You immediately knew what was going to happen, giving that it was nine Am sharp, and you weren’t summoned to make breakfast.

She either told them, or Angel was going to be fried alive.

Just as you guessed, there was Charlie in front of the fireplace, as the rest, except Alastor, looked rather hurt and shocked, specially Lucifer and Vaggie.

“You called?” the smoke cleared, making yourself appear sitting on the couch next to Charlie. A gasp found its way out of Vaggie’s throat before anyone could say anything. The angel collected her thoughts and then she was able to speak.

“Charlie, what the fuck is the AXE-MAN DOING IN THE HOTEL!” Vaggie didn’t doubted a second to stand before her with the spear pointing at you, “She’s the chef of the Hotel” Charlie smiled weakly, trying her best to stay collected. “Since when?” the feline bartender asked, not minding your presence very much.

“Before it started actually, eight years now?” she turned to you for confirmation, which you nodded affirmatively. “And you hid this, because…?” Angel’s turn to ask. Charlie was in shambles trying to come up with an answer that wouldn’t raise more questions, but failed, so you interceded.

“We made a deal; we don’t need to disclose the details, but it made her feel guilty” she shot you an unamused look before turning to her partner, her hand softly tracing the outline of her cheek.

“How come you got angry at me for lying to you, but you keep this kind of secret, honey?” ‘Oh hell no’ master or not, you weren’t going to allow that girl to talk to her (or anyone) like that.

“Hey now, whether she wanted to tell you or not it’s my and her business, but you hid the fact that you are an angel, worse than that a murderer, and no better than us sinners, so don’t act all hurt because now you two are even” your eyes lit up as the staring began to feel more lie a threat towards the fallen angel.

“You knew?” she diminished the distance between her spear and your neck, not earning a single flinch on your part, “One piece of advice, your golden blood leaves a trail, and the stench is very… specific, those like me that are used to blood can tell the difference” Alastor nodded in agreement.

“Why didn’t you tell me” Charlie sounded suspicions not hurt, to no one’s surprise really, “Last thing I knew I was a chef, not the gossip press” you took a look back to Vaggie, using a finger to lower the spear with zero effort, “Besides, wasn’t my secret to disclose” you winked an eye.

“Wait hold on, what makes the Axe-man want to work in a place for redemption?” Lucifer questioned, now more relaxed, he was all and hellfire before thinking you had taken her daughter’s soul. “She’s…kind of…forced to be here” another gasp.

Everyone turned to you, “I’m not ashamed of it, I got my ass kicked by miss sunshine here, lost my soul in the process and now I’m the chef” all except you and Charlie laughed, tearing up a little too.

“Charlie doesn’t own a soul, don’t be stupid, she’s lying right, Charlie?” Lucifer, watched his darling, perfect daughter image crumbled when all she could respond to that was a quiet shameful nod.

“YOU OWN A SOUL?” the shock was understandable.

It was too much for Lucifer so he sat beside you, holding his head on his hand, “Before you all judge her, I was stupid enough to challenge her when Lilith had just left, she was in a very dark place, my timing was terrible”

“How dark?” the king whispered your way, “I was her punching bag” he muttered a ‘oh shit’ both impressed and somewhat feeling guilty. They both had similar eyes when it came to pain.

“The infamous Axe-Man of New Orleans, I must say I am a big admirer of your work” Alastor came forward, grabbing your hand and placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles. “Oh, how unfortunate” he knew your name from above, so he lived around or in New Orleans.

“Why would you say that? You made an entire state fear your axe, for years there was nothing but jazz playing in the streets at night, and what’s best you were never identified nor caught” he pulled you from your seat, hitting his chest, his cane disappeared, leaving his free hand to sneak behind to hold your back in place.

“Well, I’m not that person anymore” Alastor drank in your scent, the sweetness burning its way down his lungs.

Every fiber, every hair on his body, told Alastor to run. Animal instinct, a deer in the jaws of a lion, a prey in front of a carnivore. Maybe because of the post-battle adrenaline he didn't feel the same instinct when you helped him. What will you feel with him so close? hunger? anger? lust? Curiosity ate him alive, he wanted to know what was telling you your instinct, how would it feel to be eaten by you.

“What made you bury the hatchet?” Angel’s pun made you smile, “Alastor” still in his arm, you felt him shift. “When you made yourself…present in hell, young, power hungry and all that, something inside me just told me that it was time to stop” ‘or else it was going to end with blood’ you thought. 

“Also before all this, I had heard about the cannibalistic murderer” you were aware of his aberration to touch, but given his closeness, you had no choice. Both of your hands settled on his hips, mostly for leverage, but to see how he would react to you.

“What an honor, I must say your performance inspired mine” his smile twitched, specially after feeling your warmth though his coat.

“You’re insulting me, Mr. Heartfelt” his chest tightened, a growl emanated from your throat, subtle but it made Alastor’s mind cloud a little. Focusing on your dilated pupils at all times to read any sign of warning, he saw nothing, no emotion whatsoever.  

“Your act was sloppy, careless. The bullied that became executioner of his bullies, tell me, do you feel better?” He didn’t understood what you were implying, once he tasted human meat he just couldn’t stop. He never asked himself if he was content, or if the blood made him feel better.

“You only targeted Italian mobsters; I’d say that’s rather sloppy” that’s all he could think, “And yet I didn’t allowed myself to be shot in the head” there was a weird aura surrounding you and him.

The situation was charming, two assassins of excellence, powerful Overlords with influence and stigma. Despite their sins, they were beautiful beings full of life and grace. Lucifer couldn't help but feel a tingle on his back watching such a scene. It seemed like they were going to devour each other, and relish in it.

“Disappointed?” your fangs shined with the firelight. “A little” he answered, expecting you to be more sanguinary, just as you used to be. “I’ll make Jambalaya today if that makes you feel better” but no matter what he did, while froze in place, like a deer in headlights, you couldn’t make him feel less excited, so alive.

“Thank you chérie, what about my work as of late?” reluctantly he let go of you, taking both of your hands in his.

“Very entertaining” he has a very slim waist, and yet it felt strong under your fingertips, warm. He has his hands and forearm blackened, just as his legs must be. The rest of his skin must be of that beautiful cream color. Of course, his chest wasn’t bald, like you he has a thin layer of short and soft fur.

“Get a room” Lucifer broke the moment, making Alastor’s eyes turn into the demonic radio stare you knew so well, “Funny I didn’t think such a tiny person could have a massive mouth” he then stepped away. Was it normal to be cold? Your body missed his closeness.

“Here he goes again, how about you help me with breakfast munch-king?” Lucifer felt his jacket being pulled off the couch, dragged by it towards the door that lead to the hallway to the kitchen, “Did you seriously called me that?” he allowed that, with a smirk he gave Alastor the finger.

“Want me to sing the song too?” you warned with a smile, “You wouldn’t dare-” your arm hugged his small frame into your side as you started to mock him, “Ding Dong the witch is dead!” you started, dragging the king down the hallway, “STOOP!” that was the last thing the crew heard before the door closed behind you.

🍎📻

“So, you challenged my daughter?” you hummed a yes, “She took the split a bit bad, huh?” on the corner of your eye you could see him sit on the kitchen island, just a few inches from where his daughter had hurt her hand.  

“I’ll send you my medical bill” your sarcasm made him laugh a little, “You don’t look like you belong in the sin of pride, yours must be wrath, isn’t it?” do demons look accordingly to their sins? You didn’t knew, “You tell me, I have yet to allow myself to ponder over what I have done”.

“I think I didn’t introduced myself, please forgive me” you left the kettle under the fire and walked over him, “My name is Y/n” you extended your hand to him, he took it with a smile. “Lucifer Morningstar, you may call me however it pleases you” his touch was gentle, but firm, you could feel his pulse though his gloves.

A thought tickled your brain, “In that case, would you like sugar or honey in your tea, Samael?” his eyes shifted, his horns grew. Like wood, like wood, his gaze was the same as his daughter's, and yet they harbored both hatred and sadness, both as deep as an abyss.

It shot an intense wave of electricity up your spine. You stood in front of the biggest predator in all of hell.

“Sorry, sorry, I just wanted to get a reaction out of you” he hadn’t let go of your hand, nor squeezed it, “I apologize, my king” your free hand caressed over the fabric.

He pouted, still not letting go of your hand. “If you let me touch your ears, I may forgive you” he turned back, you caught the sight of his tail slithering inside his pants.

“Sure, but please don’t get too close to the inside, my instincts are very strong and unforgiving, I would hate to have your blood on my uniform” You couldn't even finish speaking when he pulled your hand, immediately starting to touch the fur surrounding your ears. His knees settled on either side of your hips, taking advantage of the extra height the furniture provided.

“So soft, it’s so weird, a lion sinner, usually it’s a loyal, brave and true creature, heaven material” the sensation made your heart flutter. You felt like a dog, which made your ego bruise up a little, but at the same time his hands were warm and gentle, he took your advice and avoided the areas that you mentioned.

“Anyways, you’re forgiven, again, you’re very soft” Another cold feeling due to loss of touch, how annoying. You swallowed a lump of saliva before you could speak again, “Thank you, I take care of myself”.

“Oh and the note, thanks, it hasn’t been easy” he didn’t eased the pression on your hips,  “Marriage ain’t easy, and being apart after thousands of years must be rough” it’s not like the closeness bothered you, but it grant him a cocky smile and a sense of power over you, that feeling brought back the feeling of looking like a dog.

“I just…I wish I could make it up to Charlie” his hands grabbed one of yours, fidgeting with your fingers and the palm. “If it makes you feel more at ease, the sole fact that you’re here partially does more than enough” the light in his eyes lasted a few seconds, it was a lovely sight.

“Partially?” worried? Understatement. “If I say it you can’t hit me or anything” he made an X over his heart, then his hand went back to yours.

“She lied to you and you just went along with it? Parenting 101, mutual respect: she doesn’t lie and you don’t either” he applied a light pressure to your hand pads, making your claws come out and retract, that seemed to amuse him.

“So I have to…ground her?” his golden gaze went up to your eyes, but you were far too concentrated in his movements. “Well not now, but maybe speaking with her about it might be the right course of action”.

Melancholy, he had a feeling so he went for it.

“You were a parent?” he was right, your pained expression lasted a second but it was enough for him to feel a pang on his side. “For a day and a few hours” your eyes darkened, as it they were lost in a thought. The warmth of his hand on your cheek and a soft ‘My condolences’ brought you back.  

“I just know appropriate parenting by taking my parent’s example and do the opposite” you masked your pain with a smile and a smart remark, just like him, “Yeah, me too” his response made you scoff, “Where would you’ve sent you daughter for this kind of idea, Heaven?”.

Laughter filled the room. He wouldn’t do such a thing, nothing Charlie did would make Lucifer banish her anywhere, much less punish her like that for trying to help others.

“I had a different perspective of you” your tail stiffened around your leg, “What, a soulless maniac killer and nothing more?” you used to be like that. He laughed, “I mean, soulless indeed” you ruffled the hair that fell on his forehead, “But I’m glad I was wrong, thank you for taking care of my daughter, I see she trusts you a lot” you wouldn’t call it trust, nor she relied on you much.

Now that you think about it, taking care of her was instinctive, “I just grew used to her this past eight years” he smiled, “Thank you” he sensed the shift in you, the situation tensed up very quickly.

“Don’t, and just to be fully open about it, you were my objective” you would never show your fangs to anyone, looking like an animal doesn’t give you the right to act like one.

“Wait really?” his lips twitched, almost smiling. “I thought if I bruised up your daughter you would appear, but you saw how that ended” he hummed, rather amused. Your intimidation did nothing to him.

“Are you strong enough?” his question, he was insulting you? “Are you offering to fight?” you looked  at him up and down, not a trace of malice. “I mean if that’s what you wanted?” he was willing to fight with you? “I…I knew I wasn’t strong enough, nor I am now. To be honest, I wanted to pass to history as a crazy bitch who died at the hands of the devil”.

‘I’m oversharing, shut up’ you took a deep breath, adjusting yourself in between his legs, “I see” his breath hit your skin, “Now I just do this, and I’m fine with it”.

“I’d say, you’re terrific in the kitchen, no matter if it’s a served cold or hot type of dish, you always make it taste like home” your ears flattened against your head. “Thank you” he then looked up from your hand once again, a tender pink hue adorned your cheeks.

“Anyways” you got rid of his touch, as well as separated his knees just enough to walk a few steps backwards, “I have to make breakfast, and I just pulled you away because your constants fights with Alastor has gotten old very quick” you walked away, taking your white apron off the hanger, then tied a lovely bow on your back with the laces.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, see you later then” was that disappointment? You didn’t knew, and couldn’t care as long as your body remained trying to shake off the excessive heat, and the phantom of his touch still lingering. “Fuck” thinking about it made you cut your finger with a knife.

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Stay tuned :3 Part 5

[aphroditessaturn]

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 || 𝐌.𝐎

pairing || miguel o'hara x venom!fem!reader

summary || Miguel is cold, bossy and grumpy. You on the other hand are warm, considerate and sunshine. The two of you couldn't be more different, but that’s exactly why you were made for each other

warnings || no smut, just fluff! I wanted smut but then didn't have the motivation for it so here it is. ngl I kinda hate it, but I'll let you be the judge of that

note || this does not fully follow the story line of the movie - none of my fics do, just wanted to put that out there. This is for all my girls who want to be a sunshine but are not and of course for our sunshines! who are too cute too walk this earth. Also someone please tell me they have the same problem that they just don' wanna disappoint anyone. please reblog/comment and give feedback!

legend || ven aquí, cariño. ¿Por qué estás llorando?  = ?come here, darling. Why are you crying?; ten cuidado cariño = be careful honey; mi amor = my love

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Saving a universe was nothing new to you, only the Spider-Man you just met was. Miles Morales, a young boy who wore a black and red suit and was amazed by the people he just met.

It seemed he already knew Gwen, but Hobie and Pavitr were yet unknown to him as were you. For a while you just observed them before holding out your hand for him, introducing yourself. You adored how excited he was, “he looks yummy too,” a voice in your head-butted in. “Venom, stop it!” you giggled and turned all the attention to you.

Miles tilted his head up in confusion, “who are you talking to?” he questioned looking around.

“Oh, my symbiont Venom, because of him I have this cool suit,” you gushed showing off your suit. Your whole body was covered in black, with one huge white spider on your chest and unlike most your mask only covered your eyes, making them look white.

Your hair was slicked back to prevent any loose strands from falling into your face. The rest of your hair was open with dark strands of black.

“Yeah, she got this weird thing inside ‘er,” Hobie said and pointed at you as behind you a tentacle emerged, Venom heard exactly what Spider-Punk said. As a result, he lunged at him, which Hobie could duck, “come on, mate!”

“You know better than that!” you gently scolded him with a grin as Venom retrieved himself.

Jessica interrupted the moment, telling Miles that Miguel wanted him in the HQ, with excitement you jumped up and down. “You’re gonna love it in the HQ, everyone’s so cool,” you explained and followed Jess, “he’s already waiting for you,” she whispered to you. Her words made your heartbeat faster.

You all walked through the HQ, though you had a tad more speed on you than the others, “someone’s got a pap in their step,” Venom teased you, but he was already aware of how much you loved Miguel.

“Well why wouldn’t I? I haven’t seen him in forever,” you spoke out aloud, “yesterday, you saw him yesterday,” he told you. Playfully you rolled your eyes at him, smiling to yourself at the thought of your boyfriend.

No one paid your conversation any attention, besides Miles who was still amazed how you talked with Venom.

Quickly he caught up with you, “so that thing in your head…what exactly is it?” he asked you. “Thing? I’m not a thing!” Venom got louder in your head, you chuckled at his actions.

“He’s an alien who was brought to earth, at first he wanted to kill everyone,” “still kinda do,” but now he wants to fight the bad guys,” you told Miles and ignored Venom’s comment. It wasn’t true, he was just being protective over you.

“An alien? That’s so cool, but is he like a parasite?” Oh, no. Venom hated the word ‘parasite’, “what did that little shit just say?” “Hey, calm down, he didn’t mean to be rude. Miles is just curious,” you tried to smooth Venom and excused yourself for a moment.

Miles stood back dumbfounded, processing what just happened as suddenly an arm wrapped over his shoulder, “you’ll get used to it,” Hobie shrugged.

When you were a few more steps away from them Venom’s head came from your shoulder looking as dangerous as ever. “You can’t take to heart everything that people say,” you said with a smile, “but I’m not a parasite,” he argued. You noticed him pouting to which you giggled, “don’t be sad, you’re not! Ignore it.”

Venom could be a real drama queen but enjoyed it just as much, he was just too cute when he was mad.

After he felt better you rejoined the group who now stood by Miguel’s platform, with one jump you were next to him. Miguel looked as grumpy as ever, once he saw you however his face lit up a little.

“We finished our mission successfully,” you told him with a proud smile as you came to a stop in front of him. “Mhm, I saw that…you did an amazing job mi amor,” the last part was only meant for your ears, whispered just loud enough for you to hear.

You interlocked your fingers with his and looked up at him with heart shaped eyes. Your expression held pure adoration for Miguel and his was no different.

Miguel would do everything for you - does everything for you. Because for him you were the apple of his eye, the one he got a second chance with and would never lose again.

“Miles meet Miguel O’Hara,” Gwen introduced the two, Miguel glared at them. He knew Miles already - hell he knew everyone - and wasn’t fond of the boy - okay there were like three or four people Miguel liked.

Suddenly Venom decided to make an appearance and stick his head out, moving between you and Miguel, “he called me a parasite,” internally you smacked Venom, that little drama queen. Miles jumped back once he saw what came from your shoulder, Venom did his usual scary face.

Miles caught himself and started telling Miguel how he could speak Spanish too, that he got him an Empanada. Long story short, Miguel didn’t like it and threw the Empanada across the room. From the corner of your eye, you saw Hobie snatching the Empanada which caused you to giggle lightly.

The sound made Miguel relax a little, but he was still in rage over Miles which was interrupted by Peter Parker, “go easy on him Miguel, he had a terrible teacher.”

Excitement overtook you as you saw him, “Mayday!” you shouted and jumped from the platform, “ten cuidado cariño,” Miguel called after you, concern laced in his tone. The toddler reached her hands out for you, and you gladly took her.

You walked with her back to Miguel, “hold on tight yeah?” you told her and jumped back up to Miguel.

“Oh, of course that would explain why he blows holes into the multiverse,” Miguel snapped at Peter, his words made your ears perk up. You thought you had ended the mission with success, but if there were holes then that would mean the opposite.

“I thought we were successful,” you voiced your concern to your boyfriend who looked at you. Suddenly he was at a loss of words, how could he tell you that saving the people was wrong? It tore his heart apart when he saw your disappointed expression, he decided on the only thing he could bear.

“You did, the mission you had was successful,” assured you, the answer had you confused. Was your mission different from the others?

When he spoke to you his voice turned softer, more considerate as when he talked to Miles and Peter. He didn't want to hurt your feelings hence why he couldn't tell you.

For a moment you studied him, you weren't stupid you knew something was up. The look on his face told you that saving the people was wrong, the canon had been broken. You pouted, you hated upsetting anyone, especially Miguel.

Miguel’s body language drastically changed, his once confident and intimidating posture faltered. His expression was helpless, “mi amor, please don’t pout, you did the right thing. It’s what you do,” his hand rested on your heated cheeks. You looked up at him, teary eyes and not knowing what to do.

“You don’t need to sweet talk me, we should’ve let the canon event happen and not stop it…,” you said, all of a sudden not being able to meet his eyes, instead looking down at your feet.

“Hold on, why is what she did right and I did wrong?” Miles questioned, pointing at you. He was offended, Miguel had lectured him and Gwen but you get away with it? “Shouldn’t she know better as well?” he added, taking a step forward.

Miguel turned back to the boy, face hard and a cold stare. He stood tall, posture back with a hint of possessiveness.

“It’s not the first time you blew a hole into the multiverse and you think you can just come here and act as if you didn’t do anything?” Miguel’s rage picked up with every second he looked at Miles.

The reason why he didn’t lecture you wasn’t because he loved you – though a part of him didn’t because of that – but because you went on the mission last minute. You weren’t supposed to come with them, you didn’t know what event had to happen.“Miguel, I’m sorry,” you said, trying to calm the situation, “don’t take it out on Miles,” you lifted your head to meet his eyes, hand gently touching his forearm.

Everything was wiped away the moment he heard your soft voice, felt your touch. His blood pressure calmed down, relaxing slightly when turned to meet your gaze. No, it wasn’t your fault, you shouldn’t have to apologize.

“This isn’t over, now go,” Miguel snapped at the three Spider-Man variants before giving you his full attention.

You felt guilty, maybe you shouldn’t but you did. You have been in the society almost as long as Miguel and should’ve informed yourself about the mission. Now here you were the reason Miles and Gwen got a lecture from your boyfriend while you thought the mission went well. Apparently not.

“Stop it, mi amor. I can see your thoughts running. You did nothing wrong, I could have told you what needed to be done,” his tone was soft, quiet.

Miguel laid his hands on your cheeks, thumb stroking over your temple and resting his forehead against yours. That was when he felt the first tear running along his hand, “vYou wrapped your arms around his middle, hugging him as tight as you could.

“I disappointed you,” you mumbled into his chest, fingers interlocking to keep him as close as possible. He closed his eyes, his heart burned with pain.

He hated seeing you fault yourself for something that wasn’t your fault. You also didn’t disappoint him, it was an impossible task, “mi amor, if there is one thing you could never do is disappoint me. Yes, you broke the canon, but you didn’t know what was canon and I will not fault you for that.”

You sniffed, his words only made it partly better but his hug. Oh, his hug made everything better. Miguel O’Hara gave the best hugs in the world.

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Miguel hated eating in the cafeteria. Everything and everyone was so loud, they wanted to talk, sit next to you and make their "funny" jokes.

You loved eating in the cafeteria. Everyone would tell their stories of whom they fought or just something funny.

If it weren't for you, Miguel wouldn't set a foot in there but you liked eating there so here he was. Sitting with you on one of the tables, as far away from everyone as possible.

He had his usual grumpy expression on while you told him about the cows you so the other day. Occasionally slipping Venom some of your french fries. The story of how you feed them warmed his heart, he could listen forever – until unwanted guests came.

"Hey, sunshine," Peter B. greeted you with Mayday sitting in front of his chest. The nickname was a common one amongst the spider people.

"Miguel, my friend! See I just wanted to come and ask you some things," he enthusiastically said and sat down beside him. Mayday escaped him and crawled towards you, Venom who had one of his tentacles out started playing with her.

"So I was thinking," Peter started and Miguel already let his head hang low, "why don't we make like a little get together to celebrate-," "dios mío, no," Miguel instantly shut down the idea.

"Come on, it will be fun!" Peter continued to try and convince Miguel, but it was no use.

"It's dangerous, we have missions and we can't ignore them," Miguel shook his head and went back to eating his food. Peter pouted and looked at you for help, you didn’t immediately notice him as you were busy with Mayday.

Once you did your eyes widened, quickly it downed on you what he was asking of you. “I think it could be fun, it doesn’t have to be big and nobody has to come.”

Miguel stopped eating and looked at you with a cocked brow, his expression was one you got often when you asked him for something because of someone else. Well he couldn’t exactly say no to you.

“Mhm, can’t say no huh?” Venom said to him as he showed his face, Miguel grumbled something under his breath which no one could make out.

“Fine,” he stated and got up from his seat to leave for his office, Venom turned his head to you, knowing you’d follow him. “You’re welcome! I’m already excited and we would love to come. Oh, you know what, I'm gonna bake some cupcakes with little spiders on top, they’re gonna look so cool!” you gushed at Peter with a huge grin before skipping after Miguel.

“Miguel this is gonna be so much fun, we gotta have music and food! Maybe you could bring some decoration, like these spider garlands you can get on Halloween,” you ranted, telling him all the ideas you had.

Your eyes were filled with excitement, it made Miguel happy to see how much you enjoyed planning this. He knew it was dangerous but maybe for one little moment it could be okay.

“Stop frowning,” you commented and nudged your hip against him, in response he rolled his eyes sitting down in his chair. Slightly offended, you gasped, “did you just roll your eyes at me.” Miguel chuckled and pulled you into his lap

“Don’t act as you never roll your eyes at me,” he argued to which you gave a huff, “I do not!”

His hands traveled along your waist, head leaning into the crook of your neck, “mhm, I seem to remember how your eyes roll when I have you filled to the brim with my cock,” his words made you shiver and cheeks heat up.

You whined when you felt his lips kiss along your neck, “Miggy,” he was teasing you. Arms wrapping around your waist to keep you close.

“How about we recreate that, mhm mi amor?” His voice was deep, filled with lust and you could feel his hardness pressing against your ass. Your panties were already drenched, thighs pressing together.

“Yup, that’s my que to leave.”

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any haikyuu serious/stoic character with a gyaru gf that's outgoing but easily flustered and they just started dating 💗 pleeaasee!!!

omg. i am so tempted to make more of these, BC I CAN ALSO IMAGINE THIS FOR LIKE, SO MANY OTHER CHARACTERS I CAN'TTTTTTTTTT I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH, AND I HOPE YOU DO, TOO 💓💓💓

his girl. (part 3)

summary: looks can certainly be deceiving, but he's not with you for how you look—he's completely smitten for how adorable and lovable you are as a person, as his girl.

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ hajime iwaizumi

he had never, never in the three years that he's been your schoolmate, seen you around campus with your pretty and bold clothes, with your striking hair and makeup—with that lovely voice of yours making him go crazy—never had he realized that, beneath your bold exterior, lay a sweet and shy girl that made him fall for you even harder. he had always struggled thinking of how to talk to you, how to approach you and ask you out on a date. when he finally mustered the courage to do so (after being threatened by oikawa that if he didn't make his move now, he'd get to you first) he realized that you were leagues shier than he could ever be; and that was so fucking cute to him.

now that you two are dating, iwaizumi makes it a point to call you beautiful everyday, not just because it's true and he wants you to feel that it is, but because he loves it when you get all bashful and embarrassed, when you hide behind your tiny hands in an attempt to cover your flustered face. when your make up is off and your hair is down, iwaizumi's heart skips a beat and his face gets all warm and fuzzy.

"oh, shit—i really lucked out in life; my girl's gorgeous." he blurted out subconsciously, his eyes glued on to you as he admired how you look without makeup, when you look the way you naturally do, and just... you being you. he loves every way you look and how you express yourself, and he's more than willing to shut someone who has nothing to say about you up; and for every bad thing you've heard in your life that's been thrown at you for how 'over the top' you look, he combats those words with sweet words that flow like honey of his own, and with gentle kisses to remind you how loved you are, how much he loves you.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ wakatoshi ushijima

it was hard for ushijima to take his mind off of anything but volleyball, but to work hard to make it to nationals—it used to be pretty hard, but now that you're in his life, ushijima has learned to find some balance in his life. first impressions plagued you both when you two first met; you thought of him as this big, scary, intimidating fellow, and of course he was! standing at 189 centimers and with daring eyes like his, your shyness quintupled when you accidentally bumped into him on your first day. ushijima was also taken in by how you looked for a split second, he originally thought you were one of those popular girls who were spoiled, that you probably thought you were better than ushijima, which was why you never said anything to him when you two bumped into each other. he didn't expect you to apologize, so he let it go—until you parted your lips and let out a soft apology. ushijima would never forget the feeling that rumbled in his chest as this smaller girl, who he thought he would never come to like or have an opinion of, actually apologize to him.

and from then on, after he acknowledged your apology and gave an apology back, you two kept bumping into each other here and there; it was comical, really, tendou kept teasing you two for it, saying you were both star-colliding lovers, or whatever pun he made up for it that got annoying, yet sweet, real quick. when you two realized your feelings for each other, ushijima felt sort of protective over you after you both became official. he had a habit of playing with the ends of your hair involuntarily, just fidgeting with the ends of it, threading it in between his long, thick fingers. he loved it when your small hands would envelope around his fingers to hold his hand on the way home, and he made sure you would always get home safe.

because of tendou and the rest of the team, ushijima had finally learned how to say these words with a smidge of confidence and endless love behind them: "remember... i love you. a lot. stay... safe. and... you're beautiful. i love you." he said in his usual deep, rumbling voice and stoic expression; though you could tell ushijima had to muster all his confidence and put a lot of his heart into that. you got all flustered and smiled, thanking him in stammers and giggles, making the corners of his lips turn up into a slight smile. his gaze was soft and caring, and ushijima wanted nothing more than to have you in his arms before he'd make his way home. that now became his favorite routine, wrapping his big, muscular arms around you, and gently hugging you—holding you close and burying his nose in the crook of your neck as he ends the day with a hug from you, thinking of you subconsciously, wishing silently to himself that tomorrow would hurry up so he could hug you, hold you, and say he loves you again, and again, and again.

[swiftieblyth]

Director’s Daughter

warnings- fluff, kinda protective dad, toxic coworkers, online hate, panic attack

a/n- sorry it took so long! My writers block had been really bad lately:( hope you guys like it!

Tom was on set looking around when his eyes fell upon you. You, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. You looked so beautiful and majestic just looking around. He had never seen you before and wondered what you were doing on set. He thought you could be lost so he walked up to you.

“Hi,” he smiled, sticking out his hand to shake yours. “I’m Tom.”

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled, shaking his hand.

“I haven’t seen you here before, is there anything I can help you with?”

“No, I’m just looking around. But thank you. What do you do?”

“Oh, I’m an actor. I’m actually the lead.”

“Oh, that’s you! My dad speaks very highly of you!”

“Oh, he does?” Tom asked. “Who’s your dad?”

You went to answer but before you could you heard your dad.

“Y/N!” The director smiled, walking up to you and giving you a hug. “How are you? Did you get here alright?”

“Yes, Dad.” You smiled, pulling away from the hug. “I miss you! How are you doing?”

“I’m doing very well, honey. How’s work, going?”

You cringed at his comment, not wanting to tell your dad that you got fired and pretty soon you will be out of money.

Tom seemed to notice your reaction and quickly improvised to quickly change the subject, making a note to possibly ask you later. “Oh, I didn’t realize you were Y/N, as in his daughter, Y/N.”

You smiled at him, grateful for the changing of subjects.

“Tom, I see you’ve met my pride and joy!” Your dad smiled. “Say, why don’t we all go out to lunch?”

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“So, Y/N,” your dad started. “What have you been up to?”

“Oh, not much.” You let out. “But it seems like you’ve been busy.”

“Yes, well we’re about to rap up! He smiled. You loved watching your dad talk about what he loves doing.

“That’s amazing, Dad!” You smiled, taking a sip of your wine.

Your dad was about to say something when his phone went off. He looked at it and saw who it was. “Oh, sorry, I have to take this.”

“Of course.” You smiled. Your dad smiled, kissed your head then walked off answering the phone.

“Can I ask you something?” Tom asked.

“Depends on what it is. I might have had to much to drink.”

“You haven’t even finished your first glass.”

“I very rarely drink so it might just be enough to make me talk.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. But may I proceed?”

“Be my guest.”

“Why did you act weird when your dad asked you about work?”

“Oh gosh,” you nervously chuckled looking down, running your hand up your face. “Um, truth is I got fired.”

“What? Your dad told me you had this amazing job in New York, and you were the best person there.”

“Yeah, I was.” You let out. “But then some people started spilling lies about me and I got fired.”

“Thats terrible. But why don’t you want your dad to know?”

“Because then he’ll try to get involved and that’s the last thing everyone needs.”

“How so?”

“Because it will make things worse at my job, and then the press will get a hold of it and destroy him and end his career, so then both of us will ultimately be out of a job if he got involved,” you explained, glancing over at your dad.

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. All my clothes are in trash bags in my hotel and I’m leasing my apartment out to people hoping to get enough money. I’m here until filming ends but after that I don’t know.”

“What if I helped you out?” Tom asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean, I won’t like make it a big deal or anything, but I live in Brooklyn so when you go back to New York, you can actually just come stay at my apartment. I have an extra bedroom that you can us!”

“Are you sure? We don’t really even know each other. We just met today.”

“True, but I’m sure by the time we’re done filming in two weeks we’ll know each other better.”

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He was right. The two weeks had come to an end and you and Tom were practically best friends! You didn’t want to admit it because you would be living with him but you secretly had a massive crush on him.

“What you thinking about gorgeous?” You heard Tom ask knocking you out of your thoughts.

Gosh, why did he have to call you that? Gorgeous! It just makes you want him more.

“Just life,” you replied, trying to keep your voice even.

“What about it?” His piercing blue eyes were looking at you so intently you felt like you could drown in them.

“Just my whole situation.”

“He,” he let out, cupping your cheek. You were trying so hard not blush at the contact. “You don’t have to worry about it anymore. You’re going to come stay with me until you get in a better spot.”

“But what if it takes too long?”

“It won’t. It doesn’t matter how long it takes you are always going to be welcome at my apartment for as long as you need, even if that’s forever.”

“Thank you.”

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A few weeks later (you chose how many)

You were sitting on the couch when you heard the door unlock. You looked up, smile on your face as Tom walked in.

You saw the upset and concerned look on his face as he walked in, talking to someone on the phone, making your smile fade.

“Yeah… Im home now, I’ll talk to her. Thanks, Rach.” Tom hung up and let out a sigh.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, fear all over your face.

“Have you been on Instagram at all today?” Tom asked, sitting down next to you.

“No, why?”

“You’re going to half to talk to your dad about all this.”

“What do you mean? What happened?” You asked, as Tom handed you his phone.

“Look.” He let out as he showed you all the hate posts about you.

Y/N L/N daughter of y/d/n seen walking home with actor Tom Blyth

She just got fired from her job and now she’s with Tom Blyth?

She’s such a slut!

Tom can do better

She got fired from her job for lying about herself

“Oh my gosh,” you breathed, tears streaming down your face as you struggled to breathe.

Tom took back his phone and saw that a mental breakdown was starting, and quickly pulled you to his chest.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay. We’re gonna fix this.” Tom’s phone started to ring and he saw it was your dad calling him. “Shoot,” he breathed answering the phone. “Hello?”

“What in the world is going one?!” Your dad yelled.

“Mr. L/N, I’m so sorry, we should have told you-“

“How long has this been going on?”

“Sir, now’s really not a good time.” He explained glancing at you. “I promise we’ll explain everything but now’s not a good time.” He looked and saw you weren’t breathing as you shook. He put his free hand on your face and rubbed his thumb against your cheek. “Hey, darling, breathe, breathe. You gotta breathe, love.”

You looked at him as best you could, tears blurring your vision. You saw that he was taking deep breathes and you copied his actions. “That’s it,” he smiled. “Good! You’re doing great, love, that’s it. Just keep going. I’m sorry, Mr. L/N, but I’m going to have to call you back later.” Tom hung up the phone and you looked at him.

“T-Tom?”

“What is it?” He asked, heart breaking at the sound of your voice like this. “What can I do to help?”

“Hold me?”

“Of course,” he cooed, pulling you to his chest. “I’m right here. We’ll figure this out, together.”

“I can move out.” You struggled.

“What?” He asked pulling away. “No! Especially not right now, you couldn’t do that to yourself.”

“But I don’t want to make things bad for you.”

“Hey,” he breathed, tucking some hair behind your ear. “I don’t care. I’m going to be with you every step of this, okay? We’re going to fix this.”

“I love you,” you breathed, hugging him again, not even thinking about it.

“I love you to darling,” he smiled, kissing your head as he held you tight.

[callsign-dexter]

In Love with My Best Friend

Summary: When an argument occurs in the Bradshaw-Seresin household, Y/N runs away to the only place that'll help her calm down. A place only Mason and her know of. In a panic Bradley and Jake call Mason. Mason goes to find her. They both finally realize that they love each other.

Pairings: Bradshaw-Seresin!Reader x OC Mason Floyd, Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader, Jake Seresin x Bradley Bradshaw

Warnings: fluff, angst, yelling, cursing, making out

Our Little Girl

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A/N: Thank you @callsigns-haze for giving me this idea! Also based on Friends Don't by Maddie and Tae, well the last section.

School had been an absolute wreck since homecoming was coming up. Y/N just wanted to come home and cuddle with her fathers but they always seemed to have other plans with each other or The Daggers and it broke her heart. She loved her fathers and their squad but it just seemed like they didn't want to spend time with her but only if she knew that was not the truth. One person she could count on was Mason, they were each other's rock and have been with each other through thick and thin.

It was at the end of the school day and Y/N had just finished grabbing her stuff and heading to her Jeep, after she wrecked her truck so got a brand new Jeep. As she was getting closer to her Jeep she saw Mason leaning against it looking at his phone, she stopped and just stared at him. They had been friends ever since they were introduced to each other when they were just a few weeks old and they became instant friends. They also did everything together and were there for each other when one had a breakup or just needed to be there for one another. Y/N had stolen several hoodies of his and he let her. She just stood there watching and when he looked up and saw her he smiled and it just made her melt, she smiled back and walked the rest of the way to him. Mason opened his arms and she walked into them, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. She let out a content sigh, she loved this. Mason looked down at her as she snuggled further into his shirt and breathed in his scent, ocean and chocolate. "You ok?" He asked and she shook her head.

"I'm stressed. It's getting closer to the end of school and graduation is coming up and I'm planning homecoming." She said as her grip on his shirt tightened.

"Hey, look at me." He said and she did.

"You got this, we got this. You're the smartest and prettiest girl I know. You'll get this figured out." Mason said and she smiled at him and that made him smile "There's that smile I've fallen in love with." He said and she blushed madly.

"Stop it." She said with a smirk, Jake's signature smirk. "We better get home before our parents start to worry." She said and he nodded and he released her. She just now noticed that his truck was beside her. He nodded.

"I'll text you later on." He said and she nodded and they parted ways. He watched her drive off first making sure she was safe and then he drove off.

When Y/N got home she noticed both of her fathers' cars there and smiled. She parked her Jeep and headed inside after turning the engine off. She grabbed her back and walked into the house to be greeted by her parents in the kitchen Bradley at the stove and Jake at the kitchen table on his laptop doing what looked like some paperwork that she didn't understand. They both turned around and when they heard the door shut they both got up and hugged her and kissed her head. She sighed this is what she needed and missed. "Everything ok, Honey?" Bradley asked when they released each other from the hug.

"Yea. Everything is fine." She said and wouldn't make eye contact with them. Jake and Bradley raised an eyebrow.

"Sweets, you're a bad liar just like your Dad." Jake said and Bradley wanted to protest but he knew it was true.

"It's not like you guys care anyways, you're barely both here, and when you are you only care about each other." She said and immediately regretted it. She wasn't thinking when she said it and she said it out of stress in anger.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bradley asked a little hurt and she wasn't going to say anything but it just started coming out.

"Whenever I want to hang out, you both have something planned already either with each other or The Daggers. I love them I do but I want some time with my dads." She said tears starting to sting her eyes.

"That is not true. We've tried to get you to come and hang out and invite you to things but you shut them down." Jake said anger starting to build up. He was the hot-head out of Jake and Bradley and Y/N was the perfect mix of them.

"Bullshit. When?" She asked

"Hey, we don't use that kind of language." Bradley said

"That's funny because I hear you and Pops curse all the time." She said with a roll of her eyes. She still had her keys in hand but her backpack was put down the second she arrived home.

"We asked you just last night." Jake said and she raised her eyebrow.

"No, you didn't." She said and Bradley nodded in agreement and Jake looked at him in disbelief.

"Yes, we did. I texted you." He said

"Again no you didn't." She said and pulled out her phone to show him and Jake scoffed and pulled out his phone and she was right. "You also know I was busy dealing with graduation. You know I'm a part of that committee and I was dealing with homecoming before that too." She said anger almost to the boiling point. "Again you don't care about me or what I'm doing." She said ending her argument in a huff.

"We do I care but if you would stop being ignorant and actually pay a fucking attention you would acknowledge something." Jake said and everything was silent.

"I do pay attention to you and I've had perfectly good reasons to not go." She said and now she was fed up "You know what? Forget it." She said and turned around and walked out the door.

"Where are you going?" Bradley asked been silent for most of the conversation.

"Out." She said and slammed the door and got into her Jeep and went to the only place she and Mason knew about, their secret little spot on the beach where one could drive their car on.

Bradley turned to Jake "You know damn well she's been busy with homecoming, graduation, and college applications. We've also been spending more time with each other and The Daggers and I feel guilty because of it. We should've reached out and helped but we pushed her away. I'm at fault and so are you but that doesn't mean blowing up at her, we don't know where she is now. You better start calling Bob and hope and pray that she went there. If she gets into another wreck then I wouldn't be able to live with myself and I hope you would feel the same way." Bradley said and Jake was silent now regretting being the hothead of the family although that was how he was raised. Push the feelings down and fight. As Bradley was walking away to get his phone he turned back to Jake "She's too much like you and it's like fighting fire with fire." He said and walked off leaving Jake there alone in the kitchen regretting starting the fight. Jake got out his phone and dialed his daughter's number but only got voice-mail.

"You've reached Y/N Bradshaw-Seresin. Sorry, I missed your call. Leave your name and number and I'll get back to you as soon as I can." Then it beeped.

"Y/N it's Pops. I'm sorry and you're right. Just please call me back and let us know you're safe, you don't even have to call me you can call Dad. I love you. We love you. Please come home." Jake said and ended the phone call. He was terrified.

After getting her voice-mail mail he dialed Bob's number, it rang twice before he answered.

"Hello?" Bob answered

"Hey, is Y/N over there with Mason?" Jake asked feeling guilty and now worried.

"No. Should she be?" Bob asked confused.

"We got into a fight and she took off and I thought she would go to Mason. She's also not answering her phone." Jake said since he tried before calling him.

"She hasn't shown up yet. I'll ask Mason and keep an eye out for her. If I hear or see her I'll let you or Bradley know. I'll ask Mason if yoh two hadn't already." Bob said and Jake nodded.

"Thank you." Jake said

"You're welcome." Bob said and they both hung up the phone.

Bradley had walked back into the room. "She's not with any other of The Daggers." He said "She's also not with Mom and Dad. She's also not with Slider either." He said "Any luck with Bob?" He asked and Jake shook his head.

"He hasn't seen or heard from her. He's going to ask Mason." Jake said and Bradley nodded

"I tried calling her and got her voice-mail. I left her a message." Bradley said and now they just had to hope and pray that she would call back and hadn't been involved in another crash and that she was safe.

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Bob had just gotten off the phone with Jake and was worried for them. Judy hadn't been home due to her working late at the hospital. Mason had been up in his room doing some homework for tomorrow. He walked up to his room and knocked on the door. "Come in." Mason said and looked up when his father walked in. He saw the look on his face "Everything ok?" He asked his father.

"You haven't heard from Y/N have you?" He asked and Mason's face changed from confusion to worry.

"No, not since we saw each other at our cars after school. What's wrong?" He asked no panicking and reaching for his phone.

"Jake and Y/N got in a fight and stormed off. They can't find her. She's not answering Jake either." Bob said just as Mason was about to say something his phone went off.

Y/N 'Love of My Life' Bradshaw-Seresin: Had a fight with my dads. I need you. You know the place.

Mason smiled "I know where she is. Tell them that she's safe." He said and Bob nodded. He watched his son get up and go to his closest and get his navy camo Under Armour hoodie, the one he treasured and let nobody use unless it was Y/N and that made him smile. Those two were in love with each other. He followed Mason down the stairs and watched him leave. Once he was gone he pulled up Jake's number. It didn't even ring for a second before it was answered.

"Does he know anything?" Jake asked Bob smiled. He heard a smack from Bradley and a small 'ow' from Jake and Bob smiled.

"That's not how you ask the question." Bradley said

"Yes. Mason knows where she is and says that she is safe. He's going to her now." Bob said and heard a sigh of relief from both of the men on the other end.

"Thank you, Bob." Bradley had said

"You're welcome." Bob replied and they hung up the phone.

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Mason drove to his and Y/N's secluded place. Before he left he texted her.

Mason 'My Forever' Floyd: I'm on my way. Got your favorite hoodie.

Y/N smiled she really did love him and it just took this long to find out. Although she was in denial. She thought he was too good for her and that he didn't want her. He could have any other girl in the school. As she waited for him she thought to herself about all the things they did together and what he did for her. She slowly was coming to the realization she was in love with him. As she waited for him she thought about the things they did but friends didn't.

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Y/N didn't have a very good day at school or practice and all she wanted to do was go home and sleep and maybe cry some. When practice let out she was out to her Jeep not bothering to stop by the locker room. She really wanted Mason but she knew that he was busy but she texted him anyways before she left.

They don't cancel other plans

Have conversations with nothing but their eyes

They don't hear each other's names and forget to concentrate

Hits a nerve and lights you up like dynamite

Y/N 'Love of My Life' Bradshaw-Seresin: I had a rough day. I wish you were with me.

Mason 'My Forever' Floyd: Don't say another word. Let me know when you're home and I'll meet you there.

Y/N 'Love of My Life' Bradshaw-Seresin: What about your plans?

Mason 'My Forever' Floyd: You're more important right now.

She smiled and drove home. When she got home she didn't see any car in the driveway so she parked in her usual spot.

Y/N 'Love of My Life' Bradshaw-Seresin: I'm home.

Mason 'My Forever' Floyd: 2 minutes out.

She smiled at that. True to his word 2 minutes he was pulling up into the driveway. They looked at each other and it seemed like they were having a conversation then Mason was leading her to his truck and they were heading to their secluded beach hangout where they cuddled and she fell asleep against him.

When they had to leave due to it getting late Mason dropped her off at home and he kissed her cheek. "Thank you." She said and he smiled.

"Anything for you. You're welcome." He said and he watched her get in the door safely. She walked in and saw Jake and Bradley there.

"Hey, Sweets. We saw your Jeep but didn't see you." Jake said as he hugged her and she was paying attention.

"We saw Mason's truck leave. Did you have a good time?" Bradley asked and to be honest, when he said his name she just couldn't focus, she was just smiling. His name just brought fireworks to her.

"Sweets?" Jake asked smirking and Bradley was doing the same that was a look of love.

"Hmmm? Oh yea we were together." She said and they smiled and nodded.

When Mason got home he parked his truck. He walked in and Judy and Bob were just plating their food. "Hey, Mase." Judy said and handed him his plate. "How was your time with your friends?" She asked looking over to him.

"I wasn't with my friends." He said

"I bet he was with Y/N." Bob said and Mason just smiled and fireworks hit him. He wasn't focused on them anymore. "He totally was." Bob said and Mason nodded.

It was late at night and neither Y/N nor Mason could sleep. So what do they do? Call each other just to say hi. Mason was the one to call first and she picked up in an instant.

Friends don't call you in the middle of the night

Couldn't even tell you why

They just felt like saying hi

"Hi." They both said at the same time

"Can't sleep?" Mason asked

"No. You?" Y/N said

"Nope." Mason said even though to was one wondered answers hearing each other's voices was just heaven to them.

"I just called to because I felt like saying hi." Y/N said in a hushed tone not to wake up her fathers.

"So did I." Mason said and they continued to talk until they both fell asleep.

Mason was over at the Bradshaw-Seresin household after spending time with Y/N and catching up on some homework. It was getting late. He didn't really want to leave but he knew it was a school night. He had his keys in his hands ready to go and Y/N was standing there with him Bradley and Jake weren't too far from them listening in. "I don't think I should go. It's late." Mason said.

Friends don't stand around, playing with their keys

Finding reasons not to leave

Trying to hide their chemistry.

"I don't want you to go either but I don't want your parents to kill me for keeping you up on a school night." Y/N said blushing.

"But what if it's raining and it's too dangerous to drive." He said brushing a piece of hair out of her face.

"Mason it's California, it doesn't rain." She said and he smirked and so did he.

"I'm just trying to find excuses not to leave." He said finally admitting it.

"I know. Now go before your parents have my head." Y/N said and he nodded and he wanted to kiss her but refrained from doing so. He left and she just kept smiling. She turned and found her parents looking at her.

It was a weekend and Y/N and Mason had decided to spend it together. They had been out to their favorite places and to anyone else it would look like they were on a date, but in reality it was just two friends who were hanging out. They had just came out of the movie theater Mason had his arm thrown over her shoulder and she was leaning into him as she held the popcorn and him the drink, neither of them talked but that's ok they knew what the other was saying.

Drive a little too slow (slow), take the long way home (home)

Get a little too close (close)

We do, but friends don't

Mason helped her into the truck and then gently closed the door and got in on the driver's side. He started the truck and started to head to her house. He took the back roads to her house were he could drive a little bit slow. They got a little close thanks to his middle seat in the front of the cab could come up and become a bench seat. Y/N leaned into him and put her head on his shoulder. She really did love hanging out with him and he loved hanging out with her. Maybe they were meant to be together.

They don't talk about the future and put each other in it

When they're together they always asked about the future and they always put each other in them. "How do you see your future?" Mason asked one night as they cuddled on the couch while their parents were out with at The Hard Deck.

"I see getting married and raising kids, not in that particular order. I also see us being in the Navy and maybe me the pilot and you the WSO or maybe the other way around. I see us owning a house and having a cat or dog or maybe both." Y/N said staring off into space thinking of the future. "What about you?" She asked finally looking at him.

"I see us having at least two kids, getting engaged up in the mountains somewhere. Having a beach or a field wedding. I see us sitting on our porch watching out kids run around with a dog. My future is you." Mason said smiling down at her.

And get chills with every accidental touch

Whenever they were passing by each other in the hallway and accidently touch each other they would get chills and smile at each other. They loved being in the presence of each other. Like how they were working at The Hard Deck for a school thing and running food and those old enough ran drinks, mainly the parents and staff, they would seek out each other secretly just to feel each other and get that all to addicting chill that they absolutely loved. "They're so in love." Nat said to The Daggers at one point and everyone nodded.

"They're so going to get together once they realize that they love each other." Slider said and again everyone agreed.

By the time Mason had arrived Y/N had come to the realization that she was in love with her best friend and she was absolutely ok with that, more than ok. She heard Mason's truck pull up and heard the door open and close after the engine was shut off. She turned and watched him walk up and she smiled. She was regretting not grabbing a jacket due to the wind picking up but as Mason got closer she could see her favorite hoodie in his hand, he held it out to her once he was close enough. She smiled and got up from her tailgate and took it and put it on. "How did you know?" She asked.

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"I know you love wearing this hoodie and I knew it was chilly up here. I gotta take care of my best girl." He said and pulled her into a hug and smiled and chuckled. They both sat down again on the Jeep's tailgate "So, you wanna talk about it?" He asked.

"They're never there and they never help me with anything. They're always planning things with each other or The Daggers, don't get me wrong I love your dad and the others but I want daughter and father time. I know it sounds childish and shouldn't complain but that's what I want." Y/N said curling into his hoodie more and looking out into the ocean as she pulled her knees up.

"It's not childish at all. You know I'm here for you. They love you and want to spend time with you. I'm not supposed to tell you this but they are planning a surprise graduation party for us. I found out when my dad and your dad's were over discussing it." Mason said pulling her into his arms and she sniffled. Maybe she should've paid attention but she didn't have to think about it to long because Mason grabbed his phone and put on their playlist they had together on Spotify. They slowly danced and he twirled her around and she smiled. Mason was taller than her, him being 6'0" and her 5'6" they just fit together. After a few more dances and twirls they sat down far enough away from the water but close enough for their bare feet to hit the water.

"I keep telling myself this might be nothing, but one look in your eyes and, God, there's something. You can lie to me and say you don't, but I know you do, and I love you too." Y/N said to Mason and he didn't say anything at first and she was worried but all that melted away when he smiled.

"Oh it's something all right. I love you and have since I knew what love was. I wanna spend forever with you and nobody else. Nothing is going to stop be from being in a relationship with you or stop me from loving you. You're it for me." Mason said with a smile while looking down at her.

"You're it for me too." She said and they both leaned in and crashed their lips into each others. The kiss was full of passion and with fire behind it. He laid her down and was on top of her kissing her. He never pushed her to do anything he kept his hands on her waist and never moved and her arms were around his neck. They only pulled apart when air was needed and they rested their heads against each other. Their pupils were blown and lips were swollen. The sun was setting it was getting late but they didn't care they finally admitted they loved each other and everything was perfect.

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By the time they left the beach it was late but they left holding hands. Mason followed Y/N home to make sure she got there safely. When they arrived they turned their vehicles off after they parked. He walked her up to the door and then she turned and she kissed him with her hands on the side of his face and his hands on her waist. They broke apart when air was needed and then he watched her walk into the house and she watched him get in his truck and leave. She turned around and saw her parents there and they were smiling. "Hi." She said.

"Finally admit you both loved each other?" Jake asked which earned a smack from Bradley but she didn't pay attention.

"Yea. Look I'm sorry for storming out and I should've paid more attention. I'm sorry." She said and hung her head and Jake and Bradley walked up to her and hugged her.

"No, we're sorry. We've should included you more, paid attention, and helped more." Bradley said as they pulled away.

"Dad is right, Sweets." Jake said

"I forgive you." She said they walked over to the couch and sat down.

"Now, let's talk about you and Mason." Jake said with a smirk and she blushed and began telling them how she came to the realization that she loved her best friend.

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sejanus plinth x fem! reader

cw: slight angst, sfw, best friends to lovers, not proofread

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all the members of the academy that were apart of the mentor program were all sitting together in the quite large room, anxiously awaiting the start of the games. what no one expected to happen was to see the male district 2 tribute bloodied and beaten, hanging by his arms from the rubble caused by the bombing. you gasp, knowing the effect this will have on sejanus, your closest friend. it's true, youve been craving to be more than just friends but you knew that was not the time to think about that. the next thing you knew, a desk was being thrown across the room. you knew the culprit before you even looked. "youre monsters! all of you!" you hear sejanus scream before storming out of the room.

you so desperately wanted to go after him but you knew it would only lead you into deep trouble with Gaul. you came up with a plan to go visit him once you were all dismissed for the day. until then, you'd have to focus on keeping your tribute alive.

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it was several painstaking hours before the mentors were all dismissed. you sprung out of your chair and ran out of the building, on a mission. you called a car to come collect you and bring you to the plinth's estate. the car ride over only heightened your anxiety, worried about sejanus and how he was holding up. you knew better than anyone else about his past with district 2. you could only imagine how absolutely heart broken he was.

after a car ride that felt like it took decades, you arrive at the house. you knock on the door, begging for an answer. there's the sound of shuffling in the home and soon after, you see Ma Plinth standing in front of you. "oh hello dear! I wasn't expecting you!" she says with the kind and familiar voice you have grown to love. "I'm sorry for not informing you I was coming. I just wanted to check up on sejanus and make sure that he's doing okay after what happened in the arena today." Ma smiles at you. "youre such a sweet girl. he should be in his room. let me know if you need anything, honey." she steps out of your way and gestures to come in. "thank you, Ma. I appreciate it." you smile back at her and head to sejanus's room.

you stop in front of his door and take a deep breath before knocking. a soft "come in" can be heard from inside. you step inside his room and close the door again. "hey sej..." you say and he jolts at your voice then looks up at you with surprise. "what- what are you doing here?" he asks in a genuinely curious tone. you can tell from his puffy, red eyes that he's been crying. you sit on the edge of the bed next to him. and put your hand over his. "after what happened today, I just wanted to check on you and see how you were feeling. I know how hard seeing Marcus like that hit you. I'm so, so sorry sejanus." you respond. he instantly starts tearing up and looks away. "come here sej. I'm here for you okay? Ill be your shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen. I will always be that for you." he turns back to face you and breaks down in your arms. sejanus clings to you and engulfs you into a bear hug. you know he's sobbing by the way he's shaking and the wetness in the crook of your neck. you return the hug and rub up and down his back. "shhhh, it's okay. I got you. I'm not going anywhere." you whisper to him. the two of you stay in this position for a while until his tears start faltering. he eventually lifts his head out of your shoulder and looks at you with his glossy brown eyes. "thank you." he whispers, his voice cracking slightly. "of course sejanus. you have no need to thank me." you give a small, sad smile. "why did you come? did Dr. Gaul send you?" he asks. you can't help but be surprised. "she wouldn't send me to check on you. she'd only ask another student to talk to another if there was a problem that would look bad on her. im here because I care about you sej. I genuinely wanted to make sure you were okay. I care about you more than you could ever know." you play with his dark curls and wipe the few tears that spill from his eyes. "youre too nice to me." once again, the look of surprise appears on your face. "because you deserve that kindness." you take his hands in yours. he simply shook his head in response. the way he was looking at you in that moment awoke something inside of you. you figured it was now or never to confess and it seemed like the right moment, anyways.

"sejanus plinth, I love you. you are the kindest man I have ever met. it pains me to see you hurting like this. I would do everything for you. no one sent me here; I came by my own free will. because I adore you. I would travel across panem and back on foot for you." you look down at his bed sheets when he removes his hands from yours. you were sure you had fucked up in the worst way possible and just made everything worse for him; ruined an amazing friendship for your own emotions. he then put his hand under your chin and made you look up at him. before you knew what happened, his lips were softly pressed against yours, interlocking. you of course leaned into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. the interaction was shorter than you had hoped, but then again, no amount of time would ever be enough when it came to kissing sejanus; you would always want more and you were sure of that. you stared into his beautiful, brown doe eyes and sighed. "Ive been wanting to do that for years now." he chuckled. you playfully hit his arm. "and you never told me?" you gasped dramatically. he laughed once again at your usual antics and humor. he gave you another swift peck, his lips fitting perfectly against yours, soft and plush. he laid down then grabbed you by the hips, forcing you to lie next to him. you figured this was a great opportunity to cuddle so you put your head on his chest, an arm around his abdomen and entangled your legs together.

"are you feeling better sej?" you asked. he snorted at the question. "of course I do, the most stunning girl in all of panem just said she loved me! oh also... does this mean that you're my girlfriend?" you blush at both the question and how he just called you the prettiest girl in the country. "only if you'll be my boyfriend." you smile into his chest. he hugs you closer, taking that as a yes. you both stay there for hours, holding each other, talking about anything and everything, kissing a few (a lot) more times until you fall asleep in sejanus's arms; the two of you more content than you've been in a long while.

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Instagram search part 2

Insta!Joel x Fem! reader

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Summary: Everything is going so well that Joel decides to take your "relationship" a step further. Soon you will have a date with Mr. Miller.

Rating: +18 (minor dni)

Words counted: 4.4k

Warnings: age gab (Joel is in his late 40's, reader in her early 20's) need for male attention, vomiting (from nerves), a bit of sexting, daddy issues?, pet names, insecurity (body, shape, for being who you are, sex, private parts), fear of rejection, Overthinker 24/7, dirty talk.

Note: Late to update, I have been busy with the university that I forgot. I wanted to make this chapter longer but I didn't want to postpone another day, so part two will have a second part that will move the whole date and a little after this one, I hope you like it and want to continue reading it. Thank you for the support that the first part had, you don't know how happy I was to know that you liked it. Enjoy and see you in the next part :) my first language is not english, any mistake i apologize.

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"I don't believe it" said one of your friends named juliet

"You are flirting with a sir!" this time Nell made fun of you

"Don't tell him sir, it sounds weird" you said embarrassingly

"come on" she said your name "we know you have daddy issues since you told us you liked that actor of yours" Nell point

"I don't have daddy issues"

"Don't deny it" Nell told you looking into your eyes narrowing them

"I deny it because it's not true, I have a good relationship with my dad" They both looked at each other

"Well... but admit that you like old man" they both laughed at the offended face you made

"better shut up" you said blushing

You had told your two best friends about the talk you had with Joel last night, as much as you wanted to talk to him it was too early to do it, you didn't want to seem intense or urgent. But hell you did want to talk to him again.

The truth is that what your friends said was true, not the daddy issues (or so you wanted to think) but that you were attracted to older man, not so old, but at some point you felt the need for someone older to take care of you, who wanted to give attention to a young woman like you.

You don't know why you need male attention, and you like them to be dominant, not in a relationship, you don't like being bossed around, you are a free and independent woman, you are very stubborn, you like to argue if necessary, before you used to say yes to everything and everyone, just to not look bad and be a good girl, but that had already changed. But that they were dominant in the sexual act, sounds good, you would like them to guide you in it, tell you how to do it, that they know how to do it, that they tell you things that you have never heard.

You wanted to do things you hadn't done with anyone else

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It had already been a few days of talking to Joel, you thought it would be difficult to talk to him, but it was easier than you thought. Every day was a new topic, he asked you about your tastes:

and what are you doing today doll

I'm reading a book

oh you like to read, I see why you're so damn smart

haha it's not that kind of books that I read

He asked you about the school:

how were the classes sweetheart

They are killing me, the teachers stress me out

it's part of darling

if you were my teacher would you take pity on me?

of course honey, you would be my favorite student

and you my favorite teacher

You asked him about his day, his work and he even told you about his daughter and brother between conversations.

How was your job?

uff stressed, I'm finished darlin

I wish I was with you, I would give you a massage

do you know how t' do them?

Of course I know, I told you I'm studying health tourism?

no, you skipped that detail but I don't doubt that those hands know how to move

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Sorry baby I was in a game, I couldn't answer you

Game? Do you play soccer?

No, my daughter is the one who plays

Oh your daughter...what's her name?

Sarah

How nice of you to go to her games

It's my responsibility sweetheart, and it's too good to miss.

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It was different every time, it felt different, in the best possible way, you didn't think you were really talking to him. You thought he was going to get bored of you for being a girl who had no topic of conversation, or simply because you looked very naive, but you had a good time talking to him, he was the only one you expected his messages from after a long morning.

It was friday, at this very moment you were with your friends in a river, they decided to have a picnic near a river that was not so far from their houses, they wore bathing suits because of course they could get in, even though it was so cold that you doubted it.

"Get in, it's not that cold" Nell said inside the river

"I don't believe you" you said hugging yourself

"Ash, Juliet get in so she can see I'm not lying" she yelled at your friend who was on the shore

"mmm" she thought about it for a moment while watching the river water drag with a minimum force

"Alright" she finally walk in and gasp

"It's not cold" she said while biting his lip

“You told me that it was not going to be so cold morons”

"It's a fucking river, what did you expect? it's not a jacuzzi" Nell said as she approached you to take your hand

"come on"

"Hell, if I get hypothermia, it's your fault."

"Yes Yes"

After a while of talks, laughs and some videos, you decided to take a photo to upload it to your story.

"Juliet, take a picture of me" you stretched out your hand where your cell phone was

"yep" approached you taking your cell phone in hand

Your bathing suit was two pieces, it had a very nice embroidery and it was white. In the end I took several of them so that you could choose which one you liked best, there was one that you undoubtedly liked more than the rest of the other photos, so you uploaded it.

At the end of the afternoon you decided to go back to your homes, on the way you' were listening to music, when you remembered that you hadn't talked to Joel all day, not even in the morning.

You know that he is a busy man, with a job, with a daughter, with many more important things on his mind than you, apart from you had agreed with your friends that you would not send him daily messages, at least not so much so that you would not see yourself so needy, Well, you didn't want to see yourself like that, you didn't want to push him away, you wanted to give him his space to focus on his life, but you lied to yourself that it was so that you wouldn't be infatuated anymore.

When you got home you took a shower, it was a relief for you to know that tomorrow would be Saturday, you were so tired that you could lie in bed and not hear from anyone for the rest of the night. But those thoughts vanished when you heard the Instagram notification coming from your cell phone.

It was a message from Joel

God doll, that suit suits ya' very well

Thank you :)

I hope you had a good time my little girl

YES, it helped me get some fresh air

I bought some other swimsuits a few days ago, do you want to see them?

Sure baby show me

You smiled at the answer, you went to your drawers where you had two more bathing suits, a black one-piece and a brown two-piece. You stood in front of the mirror that was in the corner of your room and decided to sit on the floor to take the photos, the poses were not as produced as you would like, but you tried to highlight your hips and waist.

You sent them, a few seconds later a bubble appeared in the chat

Shit sweetheart, how beautiful it looks on you, you have a beautiful body hon

It's a normal body haha it's not that bad

No, it's not just a body, it's your body, you're so damn beautiful baby

Do you want to see another?

let me see more honey

Send picture*

Shit baby that's not a bathing suit..!

It was a photo of you in nothing more and nothing less than a baby doll, made of transparent black fabric and pink lace on the edges of the cups and a bow in the middle of your breasts.

Why the fuck would you have a baby doll if you've never been with anyone…well remember I said virgins were more…needy and horny all the time, well this is part of it. One day you were walking through the streets, you had money and you passed by an adult store, where they sell all kinds of things, you went in out of curiosity, and you found the baby doll section, they were very pretty, you remembered some photos you saw on Pinterest of a girl wearing one so you bought it wanting to recreate those photos and upload them to your instagram, only you never did for fear your mom was going to see them but the photos stayed on your phone.

Do you like it?

Do you know what that photo can cause?…

Don't know…

that many men want you

What about you, do you want me?

I don't want you, I need you

Shit I need you so fucking bad baby

Right now?

Today and every day I think of you

I think about you too

What do you want from my darling?

All

Tell me and I'll give it to you

I want to do things with you that I haven't done with anyone else.

Shit I want to teach you things baby

I want every inch of you

you're a dirty girl aren't ya'

only when i'm horny

You look so innocent, I could swear you were a good girl

I'm a good girl, I'll be for you

Would you be a good girl for me?

I will be

You don't know the things I want to do to you right now

tell me..

words would not be enough sweet thing

Tell me what you would like me to do to you.

At that moment you didn't know what to answer, you knew the things you wanted to do but… what if you didn't like it, what if your expectations were too high, but you remembered that you weren't talking to a college boy, you were talking to a 48-year-old man , he would know how to make you feel good.

But again, that hole was felt in your stomach, fear and anxiety took over your mind

you must tell him you must tell him that you are a virgin who has never had sexual contact with any man or boy

you were not naive, Of course you weren't, you're a smart girl, you're informed about every sexual act that exists, the only thing you lack is security. Do you feel like it, of course you do, but you are too insecure with your body, with your buttocks

what will he say about all the stretch marks you have on your buttocks that's why you didn't show your butt in the photos

what would he think of your belly That's why you took a pose where you were less visible and held your breath

what did he think of you…it's not pink like other girls have

that was a great insecurity for you, you consumed porn and all that shit got into your head, a girl should have a pink vagina, her labia should have a pink perfect shape, you always saw that they were all the same and that's why men wanted them more, it was one of the reasons why you waited for someone who was the right one for the situation, someone who made you feel comfortable with your body and skin, who After all, don't go and tell his friends what your body was like or what the act was like, you wanted to protect yourself and your body from any criticism.

Even if you wanted to be with him, you didn't know if you could trust that much, you didn't know if you could trust him to see you all naked.

or trust that he wouldn't hurt you

You didn't want it to end so quickly, you wanted him to know you for who you are, not for what you wanted men to see of you.

you wanted to be different with him, you wanted to show him all your facets, you wanted him to tell you how good you were for him, and how proud he is to be the person you are.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn't realize that almost 10 minutes had passed since you sent the message

POV JOEL

After he sent you the message, he stayed inside the chat waiting for your response, he didn't see any bubbles appear on the screen, he assumed that maybe you were thinking about what to write, he left his phone on the table to go to the stove where he was cooking. He had arrived late from work, he was too lazy to make himself dinner, he was only going to go up to his room to bathe and sleep, but Sarah prevented him from doing that, she told him that he had to have dinner since he surely had not eaten well in the afternoon, and it was true, Joel had so much work that he couldn't think of anything else but that, and well…from time to time on you.

He served his food and sat down at the table. You hadn't written anything yet… which is weird since you both usually answered quickly, he didn't know if he made you feel uncomfortable or you didn't want to answer the question, or you just didn't want to talk about it, he was about to text you but a message popped up.

ummm I don't know if we should talk about this here

He read the message a little worried that he'd crossed a line or put yourself in a situation you might not want

Don't worry baby, the last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable, if you don't want to, you just have to tell me, okay?

You're not mad?

Of course not sweetheart, why would I?

because I was the one who put you in that state and now I don't want to continue

hey darling ya' shouldn't think like that okay i don't want you to feel that way

only idiots make pretty girls like you feel guilty

I'm sorry

You don't have to apologize baby, many idiots have hurt ya'?

I did´t had good experiences

I will take care of you baby girl, I will treat you well

After finishing the conversation and Joel finished his dinner, he got up leaving the plate in the sink, went upstairs to his room and got into the shower.

He couldn't stop thinking about you, how pretty you were, how interesting you were to him, he didn't want to sound like an idiot who only wants to get into the legs of a young girl but… you seemed like a mature girl for your age, he's known to many people who are your age and they are all different from you, most of them are irresponsible or do not have their feet on the ground, for some reason he feels that he can talk to you about anything and he will feel comfortable doing it, and he knows that you will understand everything he tells you.

He wants to feel your hands, how small they are in his, he wants to admire your eyes up close, study the color in them, he wants to hold your face in his hands, he wants to be able to hear your voice, know your smile and hear your laugh. It's crazy that he's thinking about that, especially with someone as young as you, sometimes he felt that what he was doing was wrong, at first he thought why such a beautiful girl had followed him, he was curious so he just followed you back, he hadn't seen your profile or anything, until the next day you published a story about a pasta, he went to your profile and it was the first time he was able to put a face to the name, he found you quite beautiful and pretty.

The night he received your message, he was with his brother and daughter in the living room, Sarah had taken the phone, Joel didn't pay attention to him but when Sarah gave him the phone, he saw the notification and your message on the screen, he took it from Sarah and he was laughing asking who you were, to which he replied with a simple “don't know kiddo” but the blush on his cheeks gave it away making Sarah and Tommy laugh.

You caused him things that he thought were forgotten, that he would never experience again, when you told him your age he swallowed hard, he didn't know what the hell he was going to talk to a 21-year-old girl, he couldn't with that league of girls, he was too old for that, but it wasn't until you challenged him that he felt that maybe he could change things, it didn't matter to him to try.

They had already been talking for weeks, he wanted to meet you, he wanted to have you in person, so he didn't hesitate to think of the crazy idea of asking you out.

.......................................

After that conversation you fell asleep, thinking about how he was when he was young, if he treated women well or maybe he was a jerk like any other.

The next day you felt awful because you hadn't slept well, you woke up every hour during the night, you couldn't stop thinking about what you could do to get rid of that anxiety.

You were in your bed still lying down, your phone next to you on top of the pillow, the whole blanket over your hair covering half of your face, you were face down already awake but you didn't want to get up, you stretched out your hand to the pillow taking your phone, you passed it under the sheets to have it in front of your eyes that were still half closed due to the crusts that were on them.

The time was 9:25, waking up at this time on a Saturday was weird for you, but you knew you couldn't go back to sleep.

You unlocked your phone and realized that you had several notifications from Instagram, you started to remove them without seeing them, except for one that was from a message from Joel that said:

i was thinking…

We've been talking for a while, I've really had a good time talking and getting to know ya', n' I was wondering if you'd like to meet in person?

I would like to invite you to have breakfast or lunch, whatever you want, wherever you want to go and make you feel comfortable, I would like to be able to talk to you in person.

Tell me if ya' think it's a good idea, I'll be on the lookout.

"shit"

That message woke you up immediately when you read it, you couldn't believe it, even if you read it over and over again it said the same thing.

"know each other?" you woke up sitting on the bed and leaning on your pillows

You looked at the phone and you didn't know what to do, he sent the message at night, 1 hour after you finished talking. Again you felt that anxiety in your chest and throat, what the hell were you saying, did you want to meet him? Did you want to know what he was like in person? Did you want to talk alone face to face with him? Did you want to leave your house to be with a “stranger”? It never crossed your mind that he would want to see you in person, not for a damn second, that you would talk, it was easier to talk to him by message, well it was easier for you.

What would happen in the moments of silence, what if it was an uncomfortable silence instead of a beautiful silence, what would happen if in the end it was not what you had imagined, what if in the end it was a damn pervert, no matter how handsome he was It's scary to meet him in person.

"What the hell do I tell him" you said in a whisper looking at the cell phone in your hands, you were trembling

You entered your messages and sent messages in your group of friends

I need your help!!

It took them a few minutes to reply

What happened?

tell us

Do you remember the man I'm talking to?

the old man? Yeah

Ahaha yes

Ash, well he told me if he wanted us to meet in person

what?!?!

No way!! Did you say yes or what?

No, I haven't told him anything yet, I don't know what to say

Spooky

Do you want to meet him?

I don't know, I'm scared to go out with someone older, I get bad dating someone my age, imagine how I am

it's different

did he tell you when he wanted to go out?

No, he just mentioned it, but he didn't tell me when

I guess until you tell him yes or no

Do you think it's a good idea?

If there is a part of you that wants to meet him… then do it.

Yes, remember that you said that you wanted to make a change in your life.

Yes, but I never thought it would be this change

So?

?

I think….I'll say yes?

If you do, be careful, even if you have already talked to him, you should always be alert, okay

Be very careful, you can send us a message, and send us your location

Ok, I'll see what he tells me, if today or when

You thought of all the possibilities, you can say that you didn't think of reaching that moment, that you don't like leaving your house….nah, not that, you can think of any excuse, but….do you really want to make an excuse? It's terrifying to be in a situation you don't know, with a man older than you, you were braver by text than in person, you're totally different, you're not so foul-mouthed, maybe dirty thoughts yes, but you didn't dare to say those things.

"fuck, how will I see him after I send him those photos"

You mentally hit yourself when you remembered the photo of the baby doll, God you are in trouble.

After thinking about it in the shower…and at breakfast, you took a deep breath thinking that it wouldn't be so bad, he told you that you could choose a place that would be safe for you, you can choose one not so far from home, you can leave if you don't feel comfortable You'll never know what might have happened if you don't try.

Ok, yes i would like, when?

You send him that. You were waiting for his answer, hoping it wouldn't be so soon, you needed to prepare yourself for what was to come, have everything in order in your head and look good, physically speaking.

You were looking at the window across from your bed when your cell phone vibrated in your hand.

Heavens to betsy, What do y' think tomorrow at noon?

what?! Tomorrow?!!! no fucking way

sure sounds good

what the hell am I going to do

.................................

t was Sunday, that's right, the day you would meet none other than Joel Miller

You were nervous, you went out to your balcony to breathe, you walked around your room checking that everything was in your bag, you looked in the mirror every 5 minutes, you checked that your makeup was shiny. The clothes were definitely the most difficult thing to choose, you didn't know what to wear, you knew something casual since you were going to the mall to eat and spend the afternoon, but you didn't know whether to wear pants or a dress, you were trying on everything you had, you wanted to look good for Joel, mature enough and look your age.

In the end you opted for a plain black skirt along with a plain white skintight shirt with a u-neck that highlighted your collarbones and highlighted your breasts, a black leather jacket and not-so-high-heeled black boots. A bit basic but you loved how you looked, you didn't want something colorful, you wanted something that made you feel sexy, and this outfit made you feel that way.

He told you that he was going to pick you up, you gave him your address but you told him to park a few more houses in front of yours, just so your mom or your brother wouldn't see you. he told you that he would arrive exactly at 12, there were 7 minutes left, you were nervous, you felt bad, your hands were cold, you needed to drink something, but you felt hot liquid in your throat.

"No fucking way"

You ran to the bathroom, knelt down and lifted the toilet seat, held your hair up and dumped all your breakfast inside. You wanted to cry because of how disgusting the scene was, you were going on a date with Joel and you found yourself throwing up in the bathroom less than 6 minutes after he arrived.

Your head was still inside the toilet when you heard the notification from your phone in the distance, you cursed inside, you breathed and you closed the lid pulling the lever so that the vomit would go away. You got up to brush your teeth pretty well, you didn't want any residue left anywhere. You took a mint that you had in your bag and you put it in your mouth, you took your cell phone and a message from Joel was on the screen.

I'm outside, I'm in a black pickup truck, three houses from yours

I had never felt so nervous in my life.

I left my house saying that I would be back at 7, I was shaking, trying to breathe as deeply as I could, I didn't want him to notice how nervous I was, when I left the gate I visualized the only truck that was parked in the distance. Shit, I have to act normal from now on, I don't want him to see me in the rearview mirror reeling with nerves.

I walked sure of myself, with my eyes on the truck, every time I got closer I could hear music coming from it, being at the end of the truck I could hear the song and I smiled, he was listening to Bryan Adams, he was the favorite singer from my dad.

The window was up on the passenger side, so I just touched the window glass and he turned to see me to stretch and open the door from the inside.

I entered the car carefully not to trip, I settled in the seat and it was just when I turned to see him. For the first time I had him in front of me, he was real, and hell he was so attractive in person, he had such a beautiful smile, his eyes looked bigger in person, they were a very beautiful dark brown color. He was wearing a green shirt, dark jeans and what he assumed were boots, he smelled too good.

You were so lost in your thoughts that when you heard his voice you came back to reality, his voice so manly, scratchy and strong but so relaxing at the same time, with that southern accent.

"hey sweetheart" had a smile plastered on his lips

"Hi" it is very possible that you were like a tomato at that very moment

"Finally I meet you in person" he keeps looking at you which causes you to turn your face in sorrow, you can't stop smiling

"That's right… you look much better in person" you dared to say to be able to relax and gain confidence faster

"Haha, thank you hon, you're beautiful, y' look beautiful" he reached out his hand to touch your face, placed his fingers under your chin and caressed it, admiring how beautiful you are.

"are y' ready?" he ask after moving his hand away from your face so he can start the car

"Yeah, sure." You turned around to put on your seatbelt.

The car continued on its way, he ask you where you would eat, since he was not familiar with the place, you told him about one of your favorite restaurants, something simple. While in the restaurant he told you that he had a surprise for you, something that they had not planned but that he decided to do.

"Do y' remember that ya' told me that y' had never ridden a horse or even met one?"

"Yes, I remember" you looked at him while chewing a small piece of food

"Well," he paused and turned to you with a tight-lipped smile, "would ya' like to go to a stable so y' can ride one for the first time?"

You looked at him stunned, you didn't know what to say, you just laughed nervously thinking that he was playing with you

"are you serious? You're not lying to me?" you pointed at him with your index finger

“darling, I would never lie to ya'”

All this was new, everything! Until now everything was going well, you were comfortable with him, and he seemed comfortable, you loved how he called you all those names that he called you on chat, it was so natural and so him, you loved horses and you had told him so. He did that for you , you looked at him and he looked at you with puppy dog eyes without taking his eyes off you, waiting for your answer.

How the hell would you say no to those eyes, to him.

"I guess it will be you and me and a couple of horses" you smiled to which he smiled back while drinking his beer

In the end you would arrive a little after 7

Let's ride horses I guess

............

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Chapter 6: You Gave Me the Strength to Keep Going

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader “Sugar”

Summary: It's only perfect.

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: T, more yearning for Jack and his ranch, a kiss!, will be E in later chapters so full series is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Notes: It's time to see what Jack's ranch is all about, and to find out exactly what he's keeping in that barn. Hint: my horsey girls will be very excited about it! There's been a dearth of horse content in this sequel but we're about to change that.

Cross-posted on AO3

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The conversation on the drive back to Jack’s ranch is peppered with questions about Lacey’s wedding, your life in the “real world” as you both have taken to calling it, and observations of the landscape as the town thins out. Jack listens to you describe your job, tedious as it may be, and the hobbies that fill your free time. They pale in comparison to the cozy warmth of this town and Jack’s life commingled with it. The cool grays and blues of your apartment, the shimmering glass and steel of skyscrapers, the distinct coldness of how easy it is to live your life without ever interacting with another human being. None of it entices you home. 

“It must all sound boring after what you’ve been through,” you muse, Jack chuckling softly. 

“I don’t know, Sugar, I think you had some trials of your own,” he says as he parks the truck. You look at him curiously, making a smile quirk on his lips. He shrugs, shifting in his seat to face you better. 

“When we were…there…you told Mary and Jeb about a husband.” 

Mouth drying out, you recall the story with the thrum of anticipation that moment brought. Jack’s body so close, a lie because the truth was too hard to weave. The twin emotions of relief and disgust at how easy it was to imagine Eric removed from your life. 

“Now, I realized it may not have been true, but on the off chance it was I took my time making sure.”

“Sure of what?”

Jack chews his mustache, hand smoothing around the steering wheel.

“That you weren’t happily married. That I wouldn’t ruin your life by barging in if you found someone in the time it took me to find you.” 

Your cheeks heat up, embarrassment and curiosity warring.

“How?”

Now Jack’s cheeks are pinking, eyes darting to the barn outside and back to you.

“The private investigator I hired. I asked if you had a marriage certificate, and he didn’t find one. Then, I went to see for myself. Had a list of places you might be, and a few times I found you.” The hazy mist of half-formed memories drifts in - broad shoulders passing you by, a cowboy hat in the corner of your eye. You must look shocked because his eyes plead with you. “I’m sorry Sugar, I know how bad it sounds, I just…I told myself I’d walk away if I had proof.” He nods down at your hands worrying in your lap. “That tricked me for a while.” 

You look down, the muted teal of the ring on your left hand pouring realization over your head.

“It’s not a…” you stammer, but Jack interrupts with a placating wave.

“I heard. You and Lacey were talking about it. She got it for you?” 

It dawns on you that most of what you’d discussed in the past two days was Jack’s year of awakening. He knew nothing of yours. Spinning the ring on your finger, you find words that hurt less every time you speak them.

“I was engaged when I met you. Really unhappily, but I couldn’t admit it. You…you changed something for me. I went back and left him. Lacey helped me through it, and it was this ring she got me on her own Westworld adventure that made giving his back more bearable.” 

Jack’s eyes harden and soften in record time, hand flexing in his lap. You wish he would reach for yours. 

“I’m sorry you went through that, darlin’,” he says, shifting in his seat and putting one hand on the door handle.

“I’ve been a lot happier since then,” you say, a wider smile blooming on Jack’s face.

“Good,” he says, warm and thick like honey. Yanking on the handle, you find a little bravery that’s less foreign in your mouth.

“There hasn’t been anyone since,” you add. Since you sits on your tongue, but you swallow it back. His quick glance, edged with a heat that sends a frisson down your back, responds as loud as you need it.

Good.

Traipsing out, Jack saunters around the truck. A lightning bolt of white and brown streaks out from between the buildings, Russell bouncing in a tight orbit around Jack’s feet.

“Yeah, yeah, missed us Russ?” he says, the casual roll of us off his lips making your heart pound. He scratches Russell between his floppy ears as his tongue lolls out wildly. Straightening up, Jack shifts nervously with his hands on his hips.

“I thought before you head back, you might want to see the rest of the place?” he offers, your heart clenching at the way his jaw ticks side to side as he waits for your answer. It’s barely past noon, sun high and hot in the sky, the deep earthen scent of dust and clay in your nose. You wait for an objection to surface, some hard and fast desire to run from how messy and strange this all has been. 

For once, your mind is silent. 

“Yeah, show me around cowboy,” you say, and the bashful smile that one agreement elicits makes you want to kiss him.

Holy shit, you’ve never wanted to kiss someone so badly. 

But he’s turning and ushering you towards the barn, a steady stream of tour guide-worthy tidbits matching his stride.

“...barn wasn’t in good shape, so I fixed it up with a few other guys in town. I mostly keep the machines I work on in here, some hay and feed, you know.” Pulling open one of the large doors Jack leads you in, your eyes adjusting to the dimmer light. What looks like a delivery drone rests on the floor, a toolbox and tablet on a table nearby.

“That’s a new generation seeding and fertilizing tool, though they don’t make ‘em to last. Blades always get damaged or the motor burns out. Parts are cheap, but not many people know how to fix complex machines.” Your body continues to warm at this blatant display of knowledge and competence, being careful not to step too close to the drone. Catching Jack’s eye, you quirk an eyebrow at complex machines and he shrugs. “Lots of older folks just trying to make a living. I help them, they help me. It’s…familiar.”

Looking up, you startle as a handful of glossy glowing orbs point at you from the hayloft. Jack follows your line of sight and tsks.

“How are there even more of you now?” he exclaims, and from above a chorus of mewls tickle a laugh out of your throat. “I swear they’re making my loft a den of ill repute, but damn if they aren’t cute.” 

“Soft spot for animals?” you tease as blurry shapes move away from the edge. Jack shrugs but it’s even shyer now, Russell settling at his heel and staring adoringly at his master.

“They’re easier than people sometimes,” he says, colored with subtle melancholy. You kneel and hold a hand out for Russell, which he sniffs before allowing you to scritch his princely head. 

“I always wanted a bunch of animals when I was a kid. My parents never let me have any, didn’t want to end up taking care of them.” Russell’s tail wags furiously as he lets you roughhouse him a little, wiggling his little lean body under your hands. When you look up at Jack there’s a thick layer of fondness on his face that he hurriedly tries to wipe off.

“Well then you’ll love the rest of the zoo I’ve got here,” he says, clearing his throat as inconspicuous as he can. You bounce to your feet, excitement thrumming in your veins.

“I can’t wait,” you say, giddiness washing away the lingering anxiety in your shoulders. Jack motions you out of the barn with a flourish.

Once back outside he leads you between the house and the barn to a domestic vista that swells around you. There’s a delicate wire fence corralling about fifteen chickens, a perfect row of henhouses lined up in the sunshine. A caramel colored is strutting outside the fence, head snapping quickly to you and Jack. He tips his hat and rumbles a “Ma’am” at her, little head cocking with a cluck before returning to her strut.

“She’s the boss,” he says, brightening at your giggles as the hen patrols…well, like a mother hen. 

It’s easy to see Jack is in his element here, amongst the animals and a small town that doesn’t ask for much beyond what he can give. His eyes are bright and mirthful, hands moving quickly, and he’s lighter than you’ve ever seen him. He’s clearly home. 

“Now, for the piéce de résistance,” he jokes, opening the wooden gate around the second barn and ushering you in. 

Sunlight filters in through an opening in the roof, the rays speckled with hazy dust motes. Your nose fills with the scent of sweet hay and horse musk, and you can’t stop a smile from beaming on your face. The short walkway is lined with stables, many without doors and stacked with hay or saddle racks. A few saddle cloths drape over the partitions, sable browns and rust reds you observe as you step quietly behind Jack. 

Then, a sound that makes your body spark to life - the plosive snuffle of a horse’s snout.

“I didn’t mean to hide them from you so long, didn’t get a chance to show you before,” Jack chuckles at your open expression as a long black nose pokes over the top of the stable door. “This here’s Jet. He’s my work horse, always carrying my ass around.” He pats the onyx horse on the neck, earning another whuffle as you smooth your palm between his eyes. Jet moves with the calm self-assurance of an experienced creature, sure-footed and even tempered. 

Another, almost indignant snort comes from behind, and you turn to investigate. Just across the walkway is another stable, another occupant, and one that takes your breath away.

An Appaloosa. A long, delicate snout speckled with chestnut brown and buttery white, nostrils flaring as it tosses its silvery mane. Unbidden you walk over to it, barely aware of Jack by your side. It stomps and shifts in the stable, shaking its head again as you come within reach. 

“She’s new,” Jack says quietly, your eyes still locked on the mare as she watches you with one unblinking glossy eye. “Folks selling her said she was too ornery, but she warmed up just fine to me.” Jack reaches out to pat her neck and she settles down, still shifting on her feet. You reach out a hand to stroke between her eyes, just as you did with Jet, but she jerks her head up to smack her nose into your palm. Snickering, you redirect to stroke her soft muzzle. That touch settles her, content to let you coo at her quietly. When you finally look at Jack he’s just shy of beaming, trying to hide it beneath his dark mustache.

“Seems she warmed up to you just as nicely,” he muses, shifting a fraction closer. The heat of his body calls for yours, magnetism and comfort pulling you towards him. A sudden push from the Appaloosa’s snout knocks you off balance, stumbling a step back as you bleat out a laugh. Before you can trip any further Jack’s arm is around your waist, hands closed around your elbows to steady you. His face is just by your temple and if you turned you could be kissing him in a breath’s time. 

“Can we ride?” is what you say instead, two facets of your mind screaming at each other, but Jack’s smile only grows. 

“I thought you’d never ask, Sugar.”

Tacking up is quick and mostly silent except for the natural noises of the horses. Jack pulls out equipment for you, sweat staining the center of his shirt and curling the hair at the nape of his neck. You prepare the Appaloosa, watching for her shifting feet. She’s definitely been ridden before but there’s a bratty energy in the way she tosses and wiggles while you work. Soothing her a few times, you get her squared away before leading her out of the stables. Jack waits for you outside the barn door, Jet’s reins loose in his hands as he sits atop. 

With the afternoon sun starting to lengthen your shadows, Jack is every bit the cowboy you remember. Faded leather riding boots fit snug into the stirrups, threadbare jeans hugging his thick thighs. The sun-bleached gray of his button-up is dark with sweat, but that only intensifies how much you’d like to bury your nose in his chest and inhale him deep. He’s rolled the sleeves, exposing corded forearms dusted with hair. Wide palms and blunt fingers rest on his pommel, and the shade his black hat affords his face can’t hide the simmering pride in his eyes.

“She’s never let me tack her up that quick,” he comments as you walk up beside him. 

“She have a name?” you ask, patting her shoulder to earn an affectionate huff.

“Not yet, nothing’s come to me,” he muses. 

“I’m sure we can find something that fits you,” you placate, putting a foot in the stirrup to lift yourself up. In one forceful push you mount, swinging your leg and settling on the Appaloosa’s back. She shifts under you but stays still as you adjust your position. Satisfied, you flash Jack a scandalous look.

“What, no offer to help me up?” you tease. Jack’s eyes crinkle as a sideways smile twists his lips.

“I would never presume to be so bold with an experienced rider,” he drawls. 

“You could,” you shoot back, your own confidence surprising. “You could be bold, Jack.”

Jack’s smile softens, eyes turning contemplative.

“I guess I could, Sugar.”

You hold your gaze, electricity sparking between you on the precipice of the unknown.

Jack leads you off the main property and into the sprawling plains. He mumbles that he doesn’t own all of it, but no one else does either so he’s chosen to watch over it. The gentle sway of the horses’ gait undulates you back and forth, closer and further apart, as he points out ridges that lead to other homes, fences he’s helped build. When silence creeps in it’s comfortable, the clop of hooves a constant. 

Cresting a hill, a rust-colored valley opens up at your feet. Miles of land uninterrupted, only patches of dry desert grass and spindly trees to dot the landscape. Side by side with Jack something shifts in you, matched by the Appaloosa’s stamping feet. You lean down to stroke her neck, head tossing with a whinny.

“What do you want, girl?” you ask, the barely restrained thrum of her muscles twitching under your hand. She takes a step forward, then stops and shakes her head. You look at Jack over your shoulder, and he jerks his chin at you with a smirk.

“You wanna run?” you ask, loosening the lead on the reins. She swings her head back like she can’t believe you have to ask. “Okay, girl, let’s fucking run.”

A nudge of your heels is all she needs to take off like a shot, your body lifting and tensing as she sprints, then canters, then breaks into a full-on gallop across the dusty plains. You lean forward, outstretching your arms to move with her neck and taking your weight off her back. Thighs burning, wind whipping across your face, you let the elation of hooves slamming into the ground rip a wild laugh from your throat. Your form, your control, the magnificent beast below you and the world whipping by are all that matter. If you wouldn’t lose all balance you’d throw your arms out and try to fly. 

A blur of black comes up beside you, Jack urging Jet to keep pace. You can only glance at him, but what you can see of his handling and posture lets you know he’s giving Jet the lead to chase you. Your eyes water against the wind (or maybe something else) as the Appaloosa begins to flag, slowing as a grassier hill grows before you. With a final push, you ride her momentum to the top, gasping along with her explosive pants. Without the wind your skin is hot and sticky, legs tight from the effort of riding. Shaking your hands out, you dismount as Jack comes to a stop. 

“You sure let her out!” Jack shouts as you spin in a circle, the high of speed and freedom making every nerve sing out.

“Sure fucking did! That was…shit, yes, that was…” you try to articulate, but all you can make come from your lungs is one exuberant, primal scream that echoes through the valley. In that noise is all of the tightly-gripped pain, the fear, the disbelief that you could ever be happy thrown into the air, never to sink into your flesh again. This is joy. You are capable of joy again, and it’s thanks to a man now standing behind you, smiling like you’re a miracle he never thought he’d experience twice.

“Jack…”

His name is soft in your mouth, and when you say it his smile only deepens. Nothing could come between the pull of your bodies now, so you let yours go to him. In two steps your head is tucked under his chin, arms around his waist. He’s surrounding you, warmth and musk pressed into your cheek. Dipping his chin down, he buries his nose in the top of your head and inhales, large hand cupping the back of your neck. 

“I missed you, darlin’,” he says in a whisper, like he’s afraid you’ll spook. Your throat is so tight you can barely croak out, “I missed you too Jack.” His hand cups your cheek as he guides your foreheads together, hat tilting back on his head. Your noses glide against one another, lips barely brushing but the featherlight caress awakens a need in you that begs to be quenched. Jack’s proud nose drags along your cheek as he presses a kiss at the hinge of your jaw, worshipful in his offering. You grip his shirt, bunching the fabric in your fists as he noses up to your temple, another kiss tattooed on your skin. Tilting your chin up, your eyes open to his searching your face, and he must have seen the plea in your eyes because he cradles your head in both hands and presses his lips to yours.

It’s everything and nothing like the first time you kissed Jack Daniels. There’s no tension, no anxiety, no worries coloring how you taste him. Instead there is a clawing need to be swallowed whole, to suffocate on his affections and let him devour you. The first kiss is full, promising, pulling away only enough to slip in a breath. The second is overwhelming, hard and demanding as he swipes over your lower lip and crowds your body. Opening for him, his tongue finds yours and strokes lazily against it, a choked groan pooling heat in your cunt. You press back and suck on his lower lip, the harsh pant of his breath on your cheek spurring you on. His next kiss has teeth, a forceful press into your mouth, and hands wandering to grip your waist. You accept it all greedily, stumbling into him and burying your fingers in his hair. He rips his mouth away with a gasp, chin tilting up to offer his long neck. You accept with wild abandon, licking a stripe before placing a wet kiss at the base.

“Fuck, fuck, Sugar, you sure can drive me to distraction, slow down for a second,” he pleads.

“Can’t, Jack, fuck, I can’t…” you pant, crashing you lips back against his when he tips his chin down. The groan in his chest is half frustration, half elation. Hands slide up your spine in soothing paths, tugging you flush while his lips ghost over yours.

“Not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he rumbles, rocking you on your heels while his hands sweep up and down in a gentle pattern. “Slow down, we got plenty of time. I’m right here.” 

Finally the choking need to crawl inside him dissipates, traded for the marshmallowy softness of his lips on your neck, grazing the swell of your cheek. You’re lost in the limbo of kissing Jack until a sharp nudge knocks you in the center of your back. He chuckles.

“Seems like our company is growing tiresome for these two,” he says while you turn in his arms. The Appaloosa is standing behind you with the horsey equivalent of rolled eyes and “can we go now?” energy. You ruffle her forelock affectionately as Jack’s arms wind around your waist, chest solid against your back.

“She was my sign,” Jack says quietly as she flicks her tail at a troublesome fly. “Was at an auction, not looking for anything in particular, and I saw her. She was pulling at the reins, giving them a run for their money, and I thought you’d like her.”

Your fingers rest lightly on her muzzle, breath hitching in your chest.

“See, I was debating on whether I was going to go about my plan at all. I got myself established, safe, functioning in this new world. I told myself I was going to find you once I was ready. But then I thought, what if she’s happy? What if she doesn’t want anything more than what we shared that night? I would be ruining your life by trying to find a way back in it.” Your hands fall to clasp around his, a skyline stretching with miles and miles of potential before you. 

“But then I saw her, and…well, I guess I don’t have quite the same belief in a higher power as some. But this was too great a coincidence for me to ignore. If the world was giving me a sign, I had to at least try.” 

She turns one eye to you, amber and gold in the afternoon light. 

“Daybreak,” you say, smiling as she nickers quietly. Jack’s hum urges you to add, “You should call her Daybreak.”

The beginning of a new day, and all its possibilities still laid before you. 

“Daybreak it is,” Jack agrees.

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[vintageaustin]

Masterlist

Last Updated: 04.20.2023

Welcome to my main masterlist! It is about time I finally got this up and running... and not broken

Under the cut you will find the links to everything I posted along with prewarning's to the fics themselves. Please pay attention to these warnings as the things I write are not for everyone!

A couple of things to note, descriptions are short little summaries. They may not be the best explained, but I promise the fic themselves are much better then such.

Along with that, keep an eye out for the emojis below for some pre-warnings.

🖤 Dark Themes 🤍 Smut

Elvis Presley

Baby Fever

► You and Elvis have been married for about three years now, and he thinks it's time for a baby

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Jessie's Girl

► You are Elvis' best friend's girlfriend, but little did you know Elvis is head over heels for you.

Part 1, Part 2 🤍

Pretty When You Cry

► Reader finds out that Elvis has to leave for Germany

Fucked My Way Up to The Top 🤍

► Sugar daddy Elvis being jealous after seeing the waiter flirt with the reader at the restaurant

Summer of '55

► The reader goes with Elvis and some friends down to the sunflower fields. Your best friend ends up asking what he's like in bed and Elvis overhears how in love the reader is with Elvis.

Art Deco 🤍

► Reader and Elvis meet at Club Handy after being apart for a short period of time. The both of you knew that you're bad for one another, but can't leave each other alone.

It's Supposed to be Fun Turning 21

► Based off the Presley home video's on Priscilla's 21st birthday. Instead of Priscilla it is the reader.

Fuck it I Love You

► Sugar daddy Elvis starting a relationship between 34-year-old Elvis and 19-year-old reader, who is the Colonel's step daughter... it starts off pretty innocent but soon turns into a lot more.

Part 1, Part 2

Honey, I Belong With You

► Drugged up Elvis begging you to stay by his side forever. You make a promise that you might not be able to keep.

Take Me to Church

► The church and the royal family isn't always the best mix, but when it comes to the newfound king and the presists daughter... they mix perfectly.

Baby Blues

► Reader finds out that Elvis is cheating, and she finds herself with filled with rage.

Until I Found Her

► Formally known as Tredici // cowriter: @asshlyyyy

► You’ve heard of Romeo and Juliet right? Well, imagine that… but remove the violence and death. You’re the rich girl who would never be seen with someone who was poor. Well… that’s what you image was. You didn’t care about the money. Because once you found Elvis… Everything changed.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Sebastian Kydd

Cruel Summer 🤍

► The reader and Sebastian have been friends since forever... well that is until that one collage part...

Austin Butler

Are you Lonesome Tonight......?

► It is 2020 and the Covid pandemic just got worse than it already was... Seeing you are in lockdown and living with your boyfriend who was working on the new Elvis movie and your college being on lock down as well, it could get quite lonesome.

Lotta True Crime

► Serial Killer Austin kidnaps reader who has a podcast about true crime with her friends. She saw something she shouldn't have, and the rest is history.

Part 1 🖤, Part 2 🖤, Part 3 🖤🤍, Part 4 🖤

Say Yes to Heaven, Say Yes to Me

► It is the 1950s, and Austin is on his way to get married to the love of his life.

I've Got My Eye on You

► The reader is getting hated on and becomes depressed... down in the dumps... and even suicidal. Austin helps the reader through this hard time.

Put Me In a Movie

► Both the reader and Austin have an unhealthy obsession with each other and decide to finally make something of it.

[hcneygemini]

𝖝. 𝖆. 𝖓. 𝖆. — lyrics sentence starters.

A collection of sentence starters from some singles released, minus anything featured in Tantrums ( the meme featuring those is here ). This meme also includes a song not by her, but which she is featured in. Do not add to or steal this meme. Feel free to change pronouns, edits phrasing, or generally slightly edit or combine lines as needed. Some lines have already been slightly rephrased for rp purposes. tw: cheating, toxic relationships, suggestive

MONSTER

i hold your mistakes high over your head, especially when they look like mine.

i'm not one to hand out forgiveness.

it pains me to admit you were right.

someday i will be someone you resent.

honey, the pleasure is all mine.

i heard you're calling me a traitor.

i owe you a good apology, i'll do it later.

i paint myself the good guy.

i heard you're calling me a monster.

after all the shit i pulled, you could do better.

i'll do what i want over what's right.

you gave me your all.

it was intimate.

i guess it ain't your fault that i can't commit.

i never listen.

i couldn't help but feel so indifferent.

all my failures are visceral.

i still taste blood from years ago.

you ain't good enough.

i can't even be honest with myself.

how could you believe i'd do that for someone else?

i don't want that life.

i'm kissing boys in the back of their cars.

it's half past 3.

you were fast asleep while i was on the phone with [ Jodie ].

will i ever know why i am like this?

i go for what i can't have, like i'm righteous.

i can't face the shame.

if you wanna place blame, just say my name.

i go home alone and i think it's strange.

i got what i want but it don't taste the same.

everyone who's ever loved me is the enemy.

i get high on all the jealousy.

you can't forgive the infidelity.

i don't wanna be someone who lives like that.

i was supposed to be a good friend, trusted.

i snuck around with the love of your life.

after all the shit i pulled, you should do better.

HOMEWRECKING ERA

wrap your thighs around me.

i could keep all your secrets.

cross my heart and hope i mean it.

think of all the damage i could do.

say less.

push me on the counter.

call me princess.

wish i could say no, but it's hopeless.

i'm losing focus.

i wonder if [ she ] knows about those pictures on your phone.

you should feel guilty, but you don't.

i'm in my homewrecking era.

got things i wanna do to you.

i feel bad for a minute.

you make me feel so good.

i taste something bitter in my mouth.

i left my bralette on the ground.

i can't help myself.

nobody fucks like me.

i'm the [ girl ] of your dirty dreams

the silence is deafening.

do you miss me?

i think [ she ] can taste me.

i can give you what you want.

we called it love.

we might've fucked it up.

baby, just fuck me up.

i'm the flame that keeps you warm at night.

don't i bring out the green in her eyes?

you like how pretty [ she ] is when [ she ] cries.

[ she ] loves you so much, even the lies.

we're both the one, but never the only.

you get so lonely

crown me the villain and hero tonight.

fucking me brought you together so nice.

i got a taste for the drama.

i spilled your guts 'cause i wanted.

look at all this damage that i do.

BETTER KIND OF BEST FRIEND

i can see [ her ] in my dreams.

i see [ her ] in my bed.

[ she's ] the goddamn vision that ringin' in my head.

i'm waitin', patient.

we could be good together.

let me release the pressure.

i think i found my treasure.

[ she ] tastes like heaven and she knows it.

i'm eager.

i just wanna please you.

she's got me prayin'.

i could be a better kind of best friend.

i'm a fan.

i don't die for my [ women ] anymore.

i'll do anything to have you.

i swear to be true.

i don't die for my [ women ] anymore, i kill for them.

you don't need to ask, you got my permission.

lord knows we tried.

can't stay away from each other.

you know i'm a sucker.

watch as i swallow my pride.

i wanna make it intimate.

i've got my finger on the trigger.

they come and go.

YOU DON'T WANT ME LIKE THAT ( by Rachel Bochner )

if you hated me it'd be easier.

i know what's coming is really gonna hurt.

if i hated you, i would've never tried.

it's a habit you conditioned.

i wonder if you know you're bad.

i wanna tell you that i miss you.

you wouldn't say it back.

you don't want me like that.

you don't want a picture of me sitting on your nightstand.

you don't wanna touch me in the way we both know you can.

you just like the way i feel stuck in the palm of your hand.

where do you get off on it?

i do the extra credit but you're never satisfied.

i keep you center stage.

you keep me on the side.

i'm crossing all the lines.

you won't call it what it is.

you just call me when you're blue.

the fantasy is cute.

i would give you all i have.

i stay up waiting for you.

i can't keep waiting.

BABYBLUE

baby blue was always your color.

it's a little strange how we're seeing each other.

god, you look just as i remembered.

it's been a few years.

i've known you forever.

you packed your bags and moved to [ Boston. ]

you needed a place that you could get lost in.

time will tell.

you got my youth on your bedpost.

say it ain't so.

our picture's getting dusty.

you smell vanilla and don't think about me.

i hope it's alright, your life without me.

you ran to my house in the pouring rain.

i've cried every damn day since you left.

i don't mind if i never get over it.

i've been watching reruns.

i should call my little sister, i worry about her all the time.

you hold other hands.

i'm biting my tongue.

you're making new plans.

i'm coming undone.

i watch your old films.

looking at it now, i think i love you still.

i try to be cool.

if i never say a word, does it make it less true?

i feel the time go.

i fear the unknown.

it's getting so old.

all of my anxieties are filling up my diaries.

the water ran cold.

there's so much i don't know.

i think i gotta go.

you see green and don't think about me.

BAD BANDIT

i've been lonely for awhile now.

i'm tired of this ghost town.

[ she ] looks pretty on [ her ] poster.

i'm thinking i could hold [ her ].

i want you on my body.

won't you face it?

you wanna make or break it.

you wanna feel me naked.

i'll show you how to take it.

count your blessings when the devil ain't got nowhere to go.

maybe i'm bratty.

i taught that [ man ] a lesson.

[ he ] was charming and i loved [ him ].

[ his ] urges were disgusting.

i bed [ him ] down to nothing.

that little [ lady ] wanted love.

it's such a damn shame.

you better run, babe.

[ she's ] taking aim.

[ she ] promised me [ her ] best.

i could see forever in [ her ] golden eyes.

my baby told me lies.

i swear i'm gonna die.

but i ain't the one biting the dust tonight.

i swear i'm gonna miss [ her ] for the rest of my days.

i still hear [ her ] voice.

BET YOU'LL GET OFF ON THIS

maybe in another year you might be different.

i'd rather not admit how many years i've been insisting.

you showed me your true colors.

you used to be the prettiest thing i'd ever seen.

what you said to me last sunday was disgusting.

i don't need to look at you to know you feel nothing.

you feel nothing.

maybe you like it better when i'm cool.

i don't give a shit.

did you really have to be so cruel?

all i ever did was try to love you.

i don't know who you are.

i saw the façade slip, and it was alarming.

i'm left with confusion.

how did you not ever learn to be human?

what did i expect?

you never grew up.

you think you're so deep, but you're so out of touch.

[ Natalie ] was right when [ she ] said that you were heartless.

i don't ever want you to touch me again.

i really can't stand the way you talk about your [ girlfriend ].

bet it hurts to know i'm no longer your forever.

i won't hold my breath, but i hope you get better.

i don't wanna belittle my love.

all we ever did was try to love you.

[proxima-writes]

‘til the sun burns out - part 3

part of the nothing else matters universe

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Read it on AO3

Summary:

Your wedding night to Eddie Munson.

Additional tags: explicit sexual content, p in v, cunnilingus, dirty talk, degradation, fluff and smut, no angst, established relationship

“Edward James Munson, if you are late to our wedding I will personally send you to hell myself,” you hiss into the receiver, leaving your fifth and increasingly threatening voice message to the phone the guys share while they’re on the road.

Your best friend Claire looks at you expectantly as you walk back into your bedroom. She flinches at your murderous expression but cheerily says, “Don’t worry, sugar, I’m sure they’re just…on the road. Speeding down here to make all your dreams come true.”

Rather than respond, you pour yourself another shot of vodka and toss it back. Then, you start pacing again, wringing your hands together to avoid grabbing the phone and leaving your sixth message.

It’s 1991 and a seasonably warm June day in Hawkins. You’ve been engaged to the man of your dreams for over a year, and the wedding planning was what kept you busy and your mind occupied during the months he was away for his latest tour and recording sessions.

Your wedding is scheduled to begin at 2 p.m. at Hawkins Church. You had kicked and screamed your way to this decision, but ultimately your dad telling you it would make your late mama proud tugged hard enough at your heartstrings to make you relent. Eddie had been a pretty quick sell on the idea.

“You mean get married by the very man who called me a radical satanist? It might give him a heart attack. Let’s do it,” he’d said when you called him to tell him your dad’s guilt trips had finally won.

It was now noon, and Eddie was supposed to be home from the tour at 10 a.m., but you haven’t heard from him or any of the other guys. “Claire, I’m going to kill him.”

“So you’ve said. To anyone within a five foot radius.” She sets her wine down and stands, grasping you by your upper arms. “You need to relax. He’ll be here. When has Eddie ever let you down?”

“September 1986 when he admitted that he’s never actually liked Red Vines and only eats them because I like them.”

“That’s not letting you down, that’s having taste. Now ease up on the vodka, I don’t want to have to hold your hair back in church.”

There’s a knock at your bedroom door and a familiar head of luscious hair pokes his head in.

“Harrington!”

“What’s this about vodka?” He asks as he enters the room, giving you a quick hug. “Where’s Munson?”

Claire makes a striking motion across her throat, but it’s too late. “He’s not here. Our wedding is in two hours and he’s not here! ” You shout.

Steve’s eyes go wide as he watches you start your pacing over. He looks at Claire. “She been like this all day?”

“This is…arguably the most calm she’s been.”

“I’m sure he’s got a good reason for running late,” Steve says diplomatically. “And if he doesn’t, then I’m glad I’m not him.”

You glare at Steve. “Thanks, Harrington. You really know how to make a girl feel better.”

“Anytime. I just wanted to stop by and say hi, let you know Nancy and Robin just got back in town. El and Max are at the church decorating. Dustin is…somewhere, being Dustin.” He pauses. “Pastor Mitchell has only been praying for the absolution of your sins for the past hour or so.”

“Huh, that’s not so bad,” Claire murmurs.

“I know, right?” Steve rubs a hand over his chin as he thinks of anything else to tell you. “Oh, Mrs. Wheeler brought the cake over to the bar. Chad put it in the fridge.”

“At this rate, the only thing I’m looking forward to is Mrs. Wheeler’s German chocolate cake,” you grumble. “Thanks, Steve. If you hear anything from Eddie could you let me know?”

He gives a little two finger salute before slipping out the door and disappearing. Claire regards you with concerned eyes. “Come on, honey. Let’s get you dressed.”

—-

It’s 1:45 p.m. and your dad is going to be walking you down the aisle any minute. You’ve had Claire checking whether Eddie’s arrived every five minutes for the past hour, and still no sign of him. The only thing keeping you from crying is the fact that your eyelashes are coated in a layer of mascara so thick that if you cried, you’re almost certain you’d go blind.

Your gown is an off the shoulder white dress that hits you leg at the knee, simple in style but stunning in figure. Your hair is teased and sprayed within an inch of its life. You’ve got a handful of sunflowers mixed with baby’s breath as a bouquet. You’re ready to get married.

The only thing you apparently don’t have is a fucking groom.

Your dad knocks on the door to the room you’re waiting in just off the lobby of the church. He’s dressed in a white button down tucked into black slacks, the same thing he wears to church the three times a year he goes.

“You look beautiful, sweet pea. I only wish your mama could have seen you,” he says, eyes glassy. All the anger leaves you in a rush as he envelopes you in a hug. “Now, come on. Let’s go get you hitched.”

You slide your arm into the crook of his elbow. The wedding march filters through the old wood doors of the nave as your dad stands with you, waiting for the doors to open. It’s Steve who pulls the door open, his face giving away nothing as your dad guides you inside.

The small gathering of people are all standing in the pews, facing you, with huge smiles on their faces but your eyes immediately find a familiar pair of brown ones at the end of the aisle.

Eddie stands next to a surly Pastor Mitchell, lips spread wide in a huge grin. To your surprise, he’s wearing a suit - black on black shirt, vest, and haphazardly done tie topped with his leather jacket instead of the suit jacket. The rest of the guys from the band stand beside him in similar suits, while on your side Claire stands in her baby blue gown, holding a bouquet similar to yours.

Your dad kisses you on the cheek before placing your hand in Eddie’s. Those familiar calloused fingers wrap around your own and just like that, all of the stress of the morning fades away.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he whispers as you stand beside him and Pastor Mitchell begins his wedding sermon.

“You’re late,” you whisper back, though the words are full of far less heat than they would have been a few hours ago.

“Ran into a bit of trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?”

“Would you believe me if I said we stopped a robbery?”

You turn your head to him as you hiss out, “What?!”

Pastor Mitchell clears his throat, the annoyance clear on his face.

“Sorry,” you murmur, turning back to him. Eddie’s shoulders shake in silent laughter.

“The couple has chosen to say their own vow,” Pastor Mitchell says. “Edward?”

“Hey, baby,” Eddie starts, “Remember that time we drove out to watch the meteor shower? And how you watched the stars, but I could only watch you? You’re my favorite star in any galaxy. And I’ll love you until the sun burns out.”

Pastor Mitchell turns to you, and gestures for you to speak. “Eddie, you’re the wordsmith here, not me. But just know, you’re the sun in my galaxy. My best days begin and end with you, my love. I can’t wait for a lifetime of the best days.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride,” Pastor Mitchell says, closing his sermon book. Eddie reaches out to curl a hand behind your neck, hauling you towards him in a kiss impeded by your bright smile.

“I’m glad you changed your mind,” he murmurs.

“Me, too, Munson. Me, too.”

Hand in hand, you run laughing down the aisle of the church to the cheers of your friends and family.

And the silent prayers of Pastor Mitchell.

___

That night, The Hideout hosts its first ever wedding reception.

Mrs. Wheeler volunteered to take charge of managing the potluck style dinner and the cake. Your bartenders happily volunteered to serve drinks through the night. And the boys of Corroded Coffin provided the entertainment.

You haven’t stopped smiling, and every time your eyes meet Eddie’s, your heart flutters wildly in your chest.

Eddie Munson. Your husband.

Man, what a world.

The man in question slides an arm around your waist, leaning in to kiss your neck. “Dance with me?”

“Eddie Munson, since when do you dance?”

“Since I got the prettiest girl in the room to give me a chance,” he says. He drags you in front of the stage, and the boys start in on a song you haven’t heard before.

It’s slow, the guitar drawn out and the deep bass more pronounced. You slip your arms around Eddie’s neck and sway with him, your bodies pressed tightly together. Gareth is on vocals while Eddie enjoys your first dance.

“It’s called Nothing Else Matters. Metallica’s new song,” Eddie tells you, turning you in a circle. “Thought it fit us pretty well.”

Never cared for what they say

Never cared for games they play

Never cared for what they do

Never cared for what they know

And I know, yeah, yeah

So close, no matter how far

Couldn't be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are

No, nothing else matters

“It’s perfect, Eds,” you whisper.

———

Later, after the party has wound down and your friends shoo you and Eddie out of the bar and into the car decorated with a “Just Married” banner, Eddie pulls up to your shared home and rushes around the hood to pull your door open.

You barely get your seatbelt undone before he’s lifting you from the car, making you giggle. When he reaches the door, he sets you down for a brief second to tug his keys out and open the door before scooping you up into his arms again.

“When we cross this threshold, we’ll officially be husband and wife. You ready?” He asks.

“According to the state of Indiana, we’ve been husband and wife for the last twelve hours,” you reply.

Eddie steps into the dark house, kicking the door shut behind him. He makes a beeline for your bedroom, tossing you on the bed and immediately crawling up over your body.

“Have I told you yet how stunning you are?” He asks. “This dress looks amazing on you, but I bet it would look better on the floor,” he says with a wink.

“Oh yeah?” You ask, tone gone sultry. You wrap your fist in the black tie around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “I can think of some places where this tie would look better, too.”

“Later. First, I’m gonna eat my wife’s pretty pussy,” he says, sliding down until he’s situated on his stomach between your spread legs. His rough hands shove your dress up over your hips, exposing the black lace panties and matching garter holding up your stockings. Eddie looks like a kid on Christmas. “Jesus Christ, this is all for me?”

“‘Til the sun burns out, baby,” you tell him. He grins at you, palms sliding up the backs of your thighs as he presses your legs up, exposing more of you to his hungry gaze.

He plants light kisses up the inside of both thighs before his lips gently trace your folds through the silk and lace. The dulled sensation of his mouth on you is maddening, not nearly enough for how tightly wound your body and soul are for this man.

“Eddie, please,” you beg, voice breathy.

“Oh, is my little slut already desperate?” He taunts. His thumb rubs circles over your sensitive clit, still keeping your lingerie as a barrier. “These cute little panties are already soaked, huh?”

You nod, arching your back and trying to shift your hips to chase the friction. He pulls back, making you groan in disappointment.

Eddie’s fingers trace the edges of the lace before finally pulling them aside. He uses his opposite hand to trace a single finger through your wetness before he draws back, landing a light smack to your center that has you fighting against his hold.

“Hold still, or I’m going to make this take way longer than either of us wants,” he warns before his tongue is on your, licking you from your dripping hole to your needy clit.

You cry out in relief, blabbering a litany of thank you and oh my god and please as he tortures you in the best way possible. You do your best to follow his instruction to stay still, but on a hard suck to your sensitive nub your hips chase his mouth and your fingers bury themselves into his curly hair.

He must be in a forgiving mood, because he simply groans against you and increases his pace, winding you tighter and tighter until you come against his lips with a shout of his name like a prayer.

Eddie works you down from your high, until your legs are deadweight over his shoulders. He sits up, grabbing your waist and flipping you to your belly. His fingers find the zipper of your dress and pull it down, shimmying the fabric off your body, and the only help you’re able to provide is in the form of lifting your hips so he can pull it fully off and toss it to the ground.

“Huh, I was right. It does look better on my floor,” he jokes before grabbing a handful of your ass in a rough grip. He smacks one cheek, then the other, making you cry out and rub yourself against the sheets, even as sensitive as you are.

The warmth of his body leaves yours as he stands, and you turn your head to watch him undress. Your mouth goes dry watching him unbutton his shirt, the tattoos you love to trace with your tongue coming into view. You follow the trail of hair beneath his belly button to the bulge in his slacks, watching as his deft fingers undo the fly and shove all the offending fabric out of the way of your appreciative gaze.

He holds the tie in his hand, a familiar mischievous twinkle in his eye as he gets back on the bed. “What do we think we should use this for? A gag? No, I wanna hear all those pretty sounds you make for me. I think maybe we should tie you up, huh?”

You let out a pitiful whine, but nod your consent. Eddie helps you lift your arms above your head, your body now laying in one long line as he winds the silk around your wrists. He gives the bind an experimental tug, seeming pleased with his work.

“Lift those hips, princess. On your knees,” he says. You work your knees beneath you, raising your hips with a deep arch of your back, your chest pressed to the bed.

He runs a hand from your neck to the base of your spine, toying with the band of your underwear. “I think I’ll leave these on,” he tells you, before once again shifting the fabric to the side.

Your breath catches when you feel the blunt head of his cock at your dripping hole. He presses forward slowly, agonizingly, stretching deliciously until his hips sit flush to yours. He groans, hands trailing over all the skin he can reach as he lets you adjust until you give him that tell-tale shift of your hips, asking for more.

And more does he give.

He pulls out until you’re nearly empty before driving back inside, a harsh slap of his hips against yours. The angle brushes the head of him against that maddening spot inside of you, making you cry out and moan with each drag of his cock in and out of your heat.

Eddie winds a hand through your hair, using it along with a hand around your throat to bow your body off the bed, back arched against him as he pounds into you.

“My perfect little wife. So fucking gorgeous for me on her knees, crying out my name,” he growls into your ear. “Want you to come on my cock, sweetheart, want you dripping down my thighs as I fill you up.”

You nod against his hold, your hips moving frantically in time with his thrusts as you chase the second wave of relief he’s gifting you.

It shatters across your nerves a moment later, and Eddie groans, a flood of colorful curses leaving his lips as he chases his own release. He stills, and you moan at the feeling of him pulsing against your walls as he cums.

He gently guided the upper half of your body back to the bed before slipping out of you. He spreads you open with a hand on each cheek, watching with possessive attention as his cum leaks out of you.

Satisfied that you’re well fucked and marked up as his, he flops on the bed beside you, lust drunk hands struggling to undo the bind on your wrists. When you’re finally free, he hauls your body against his, the sweat cooling on your skin as he holds you.

“So, you ever gonna tell me why you were late?” You ask after a moment of catching your breath.

“I wasn’t joking about the robbery. We were pulling forward through a stop sign when some guy that stole a woman’s purse literally smashed into the van. On foot. Knocked him out cold. We had to wait for the police to take their report before we could keep driving.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know. Drove like a bat out of hell the rest of the way to make it on time.” His fingers trail along your arm. “Wouldn’t have missed this for anything.”

“I guess I can forgive you, then,” you tease.

He grins at you, looking just like the teenage boy you’d fallen for all those years ago, and for all the stress this morning caused you, you know you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything in the world.

[marymary-diva17]

welcoming old friends and acquaintances

female spider

This is modern adaptation of where I belong

Life can always be hard and easy, for anyone when things haven’t gone so well. That was very true for a girl had been living a good, life until it all came crumbling down. That was her one part of her life, as she soon started over thinking the ones from the past will stay there but it seems like faith was not working that way.

Myla “ …….” myla is laying in her bed in the morning as her phone alarm started going off, she soon open her eyes and got up turning off her alarm.

myla " time for a brand new day" myla laid in bed a bit longer until she finally decided to get put of bed, and get ready for the day or maybe halfway ready. She was playing a video from one of her favorite channels that she use to watch with some old friends.

myla " ......" the last past years of mlya life had been hard on her but she soon found some change, that had made everything better. Once she was ready she made her way downstairs still listening and watching the video.

myla " breakfast" myla had grabbed some cereal and sat down at the kitchen table, once her breakfast is ready she started eating. The home she now lives in is bigger then her home from years ago, after moving her with her father the rest of her family life had changed dramatically.

myla " haha very funny" soon myla had heard someone coming down the steps, she soon looked up to see her mom standing there.

varrang " hello sweetie you are already up"

myla " good morning mom" Varrang had become myla stepmom after marring myla father Quaritch, while other would call Varrang her stepmom she had become her mom.

Varrang " your dad out for his morning runs with your uncles and aunts"

Myla " that sounds like them"

Varrang " I would of come along with the others but a call had come on the phone"

myla " dad understands mom"

Varrag " I know he does and this does allow them to do more extreme stuff" myla and varrag laugh as someone soon open the sliding door near the kitchen.

Quaritch " oh good my favorite girls are here"

myla " hey dad"

Varrang " hey honey"

Quaritch " you still watch the channel after all this time sweetie"

myla " yeah I still like this channel and even due what happened in the past was bad along with sad I still love these videos"

varrag " that good"

quaritch " how was the phone call"

Varrag " long but more will be spoken later after everyone arrives"

quairtch " good because these talks needs to happen"

myla " what going on" myla looked at her parents as they looked at each other and soon her.

Quaritch " a meeting between the adults of the clan here and elsewhere, something has come up at needs address"

myla " okay"

Varrag " don't worry my daughter the great mother will shine her light on us and keep us safe"

myla " yes mother" the rest of the morning had gone good, as the afternoon soon reached and the meeting will be happening soon. As varrang and Quaritch seem to be having private conversations, about what had been mentioned this morning.

ding dong

Myla “ I will get the door” myla had went front door and soon opens to see all her uncles and aunts.

Lyle “ hey kid”

myla “ hey uncle Lyle and everybody else”

Z dog “ hello sweetie it good to see you are up and about”

myla “ I’m always I'm come inside mom and dad, will over here soon”

Lopez “ thank you”

Prager “ let’s hope this meeting will be beneficial”

myla “ oh so you all know about the meeting as well”

Lyle “ yes we do”

Myla “ do I need to be worry about the meeting, as it seems like I should be worried about everyone tone”

Oing “ everything will be fine sweetheart we are just talking with other clans, to reach a agreement about something”

myla “ okay”

Quaritch “ good you are all here we just nee to get everything together for the meeting”

varrnag “ before everyone else arrives here”

myla “ I can help set up anything and I promise to stay out of way, when the meeting starts mom “

Varrang “ thank you for being helpful honey and if very much appreciated” myla had smiled and nodded her head she soon, helped get the home ready with everyone else for the meeting. The guests had come and myla greeted them alongside her family.

Myla " I'm going for a walk"

Quaritch " are you sure you want to do that you can hangout in the basement and watch tv or hangout in your room"

myla " I will be good dad I'm might also stop by the outlets as well, I have my wallet on me along with AirPods I will be good"

varrang " okay but be home before dark young lady"

myla " yes ma'am" myla soon put on her shoes before she left the house heading out on a walk, but she was still wondering what the meeting was about anyways. It very import on how everyone had gather at the house.

myla " whatever is about it go everyone worried and mom doesn't seem very happy" myla was walking around listening to her music when she noticed, the house that had been on sell were now sold.

myla " oh well there are gossip going around that those houses and other stuff had been sold I wonder who brought them ... this might be interesting" myla was walking pass some shops along with other important places as well.

????? " myla" myla soon stopped dead in her tracks when she heard her name getting called, she soon looked back to see someone from her past.

myla " tuk"

????? " tuk what are you carrying on about and dont be yelling so ..."

tuk " come quick myla is here she is here come and see" soon myla had been greeted by her old friends as they rush to see, what tuk was carrying on about. To see that the little girl is speaking the truth as you are really here.

kiro " myla"

myla " hey long time no see"

lo'ak " you are really here we thought we wouldn't see you again, after you moved away"

kiro " I'm so happy to see you do you live in this neighborhood"

neteyam " we didn't know you will be here when we moved her with the family and clan, this is so surprising"

myla " well life full of surprise"

aonung " hey guys what going on here we have been looking for you ...myla" myla soon notice more friends from her past are here as well.

tsireya " myla" tsireya soon hugged the girl happy to see her after her being gone for so long.

rotxo " wow did you all know she will be here"

sully kids " no"

kiro " we can't believe you are here when you and your dad left no one knew where you had gone"

aonung " as no one seem to care about them leaving along with the rest" aonung was soon smack on his shoulder by neteyam who glared at him.

aonung " sorry"

myla " it okay"

kiro " myla we know things didn't end ...."

Jake " hey kids us adults had talked and decided take out will be good, as it will take to long to set up the kitchen to cook ... myla"

tuk " dad look myla here"

myla " hey mr sully" Jake looked shock to see the girl so are all the kids as well.

????? " ma Jake have you spoke to the kids what do they ..." soon myla looked up to see neytiri and her mother standing there, they had become shock to see the girl.

????? " hey Jake we came by to ... myla"

???? " what going on here .... myla"

???? "that girl what is she doing here" myla soon noticed the other adults from her past had come by, she had once idolize them but this days seem to be gone for some of them.

myla " hello everyone"

neytiri " what are you doing her girl havent you and your family done enough to us, did you get my kids to tell you that we are here"

tuk " no mama she was walking pass the house when I saw her"

Jake " neytiri be nice she just a teen she means no harm"

neytiri " I know her well enough"

myla " I'm not here for trouble"

ronal " neytiri has rights to be mad and worry knowing your family bloodline and that past with you and our children"

tonowari " ronal this time for new start for us all"

ronal " not when she her she has done nothing but brought trouble and danger"

myla " what don't I make you all an offer here right now I stay far away from you and your families, and seeing that you are all here meaning your clans are here as well along with grace group as well"

kiro " myla no that not fair we can't do that to you"

myla " it for the best as I wish not to bring any trouble or danger to anyone"

norm " myla no please it has been hard on us all during these last couple years"

myla " I know it has as I was hard on me as well but I will not use that, to gain any support and empathy from anyone"

mo'at " you seem to be doing well child a new look and everything, the great mother has shine bright on you"

myla " thank you mo'at and it seems like she had looking out for you all as well ... good now if you excuse me I will be taking me leave as I don't wish to ruin anymore of your evening ... there are some good places here to get food if you want to know"

tonowari " thank you"

tsu'tey " why don't you have a meal with us or we can give you a ride home .. it to late for you to be out here alone"

myla " thank you but I ...."

????? " myla" soon everyone looked to see a car had parked near them, soon the car window rolled down a bit.

???? " I saw you here and thought you will need a ride home, knowing your dad will not want you out her so late"

myla " oh yes thank you"

norm " wait do you know his driver"

myla " yes I know the driver" myla soon open the car door and soon got inside, as she soon closed the door right away.

myla " bye everyone"

kiro " bye" the group of old friends seem heartbroken they finally had her back in their lives, and now they are losing her once again due to the behaviors of adults. The car widow soon rolled up as the driver didn't feel like looking at the adults anymore.

myla " thank you for the save there uncle Roio" the car soon took off leaving the area.

Roio " anytime there had been reports coming in about what was going on, and I came to get you before my sister or your dad got here"

myla " that not good"

roio " nope and knowing my sister she not going to let this slide" myla had nodded her head now know her past was here, there was no getting away from it. The duo soon arrived at home once they walked into the home, it was easy to say that everyone might know of the whole interaction that had taken place. The meeting had gone on for a bit longer until it came to an end, everyone soon bide goodbye. later that night.

Varrang " may we come inside and speak with you"

myla " yes"

Quaritch " so you saw the sully family and company"

myla " yes and I'm guessing they are ones that brought the emptied houses, and some of the labs spaces along with maybe other places"

Varrang " yes the clans had offered to give them places to stay for a while here, and for a good exchange among all the clans and people"

myla " Neytiri and ronal were not happy to see me"

varrang " yes I know that and we will deal with them later on"

myla " i want to feel happy to see them but I'm still upset and hurt, thing didn't end well most of them think me as some bad child"

quaritch " sweetie you have nothing to worry about while we are here, and the rest of our family and clan"

myla " yes dad"

Varrang " good now come on I had order dinner and it will be here soon, family dinner are always good for us" the family had dinner together once it arrived, myla was deep down praying everything will go well for her in the days to come. She knew she couldn't stay away from the ones of her past forever, as sooner or later she will be meeting them once again.

[countrymusiclover]

3 - Cooper Girls and Boys

Part 4

The Texas Tire Family

Tags - @supernaturalgirl30 @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @patriciaplictisita

Parking in the driveway I got out of the truck following my husband into the house we had bought near the old Cooper house. Shutting the front door behind I removed my coat seeing him grab a beer from the fridge. “Georgie we need to talk about what you said to Sheldon."

"No we don't honey. You saw what it was like growing up with him. He needs to learn what it is like to not get everything he wants in life." He sat his beer down, sending me an annoyed look from over his shoulder.

Slumping my shoulders I tilted my head to the side a little. Moving into the living room I run a hand through my hair. "That may be true but he's still your little brother. You shouldn’t still treat him mean."

"You don't have a sibling Y/n. You wouldn't understand. Do you want a drink?" He asked sitting down on the couch beside me taking a long sip of his beer.

The night after George Sr passed away everything changed for us. Mary became broken as did Connie/Meemaw. Sure his brother was a pain but that didn't give him the freedom to help make him happy. "No, I don't want a beer. Now I may not understand entirely what it was like since I was an only child. But it still doesn’t make it right to be mean to him when you’re both grown adults.”

“Urgh you’re sounding like my father right now! And is it really so bad to get what he wants? I mean sure when the girls were younger we couldn’t give them everything. But now we can, so in a way we taught them to work hard to earn something.”

Georgie sat his beer on the table turning to face me with a heavy grumble under his breath. “That’s true, I just got frustrated when he barged into the store demanding that we do exactly what he wants like he’s a king.”

“It’s not right, that's for sure. But we had our fill of a rude teenager with Missy and Rora whining all the time.” Laying my head on his shoulder he draped his arm over my shoulder playing with my hair.

He turned his head kissing my forehead before his phone vibrated in his pocket so he answered it. He pressed the phone to his ear. “Hey baby girl. Yeah…yeah we’ll come.” He hangs up the end of the phone getting to his feet.

“The girls?” I asked to get to my feet with him grabbing the truck keys once he gave me a nod yes. The drive was silent where I rested my chin in the palm of my hand looking out the window.

Coming through the back door of the Cooper house I heard Missy blaring her music from her brother's old room. Walking down the hallway I knocked on her door where she flung it opened. “What do you want, Y/n!”

“Miss, are you alright? I’ve never heard you blaring your music like this before.” I asked, hooking my fingers in the belt loops of my jeans.

She rolled her eyes, stomping her foot on the ground. “It’s just a middle school drama why do you care anymore? You don’t have to deal with it anymore.”

“Because we’re friends and now family too. So don’t think that I can’t be here for you-“ I cut myself off hearing a loud commotion from the kitchen with Aurora and baby Evelyn.

Missy crossed her arms over her chest scoffing back. “You better go be mommy. Looks like you have more important girls to take care of.”

“That isn’t true, Missy. I am still here for you-“ Whipping my head around Aurora and Eve just started screaming at the top of their lungs where it was really hard to ignore them. “Give me one second.”

Running towards the kitchen Missy slammed the door closed yelling down the hallway. “Now you’re choosing babies over me!”

Picking up Eve I bounced her on my knee getting her to fall asleep in my arms a second before the back door got opened where I saw Georgie. “Hey little Evie. You havin’ fun with mommy.”

“Hey, can you watch them for a second? I need to talk with your sister.” Handing Eve to him I ran down the hall happy that once she stopped crying then Aurora did too. “Missy, Missy open the door. Please, I can talk now.”

“Oh really you pawn the kids off on my brother. Just so you can attempt to help me-“ I cut her off throwing my hands up in the air.

“Missy, just stop it. Okay how about we go take a ride in my truck. Because we’ve gotta talk.” I told her to turn on my heels and head outside. She got in the passenger seat in the front huffing with her arms crossed. “Alright Melissa. We are taking a drive and I want you to tell me what is going on.”

The drive was short until we ended up parked outside a Dairy Queen when I put the truck in park shifting in my seat to my sister in law. “Marcus tried to ask me out again even though he broke my heart. Why do boys have to be such idiots and makes us feel dumb.”

“Don’t worry, Missy. When you’re older you will find a guy who treats you right. And worse comes to worst you can always throw a baseball at his head like I did your brother once.” I chuckled hearing her smile giving me a side hug.

Georgie and I decided to grab some food inside the mall and just told the girls to meet us where we were eating. Taking a bite out of my pizza slice I heard footsteps coming towards us with Eve quickly picking up her skateboard giggling. “Rora likes a boy. Rora likes a boy.”

“Ugh Eve just shut up. I don’t like anyone.” Aurora came and sat down beside me laying her head on the table trying to hide when there was a group of boys for their school walking in our direction.

Glancing over my shoulder with some of my hair falling over my eyes there was a boy with blonde curly hair that smiled in our direction. “Hmm he is cute, Aurora. Should go say hi to him.”

“No! No she should not!” Georgie hit his fists on the table making me and Aurora both send him a look. “What I thought about my sister and boys was weird. So it’s extremely weird when it is my own daughter.”

Eve hit the table with her hands singing to just annoy her older sister. “Aurora likes a boy. Aurora likes a boy!”

“I’m going to kick your butt, Evelyn!” She threw some fires at her where they started having a food fight like they were five again.

Raising my voice I started scolding them until my phone went off. “Girls enough we are in public. No food fights…uh hi…oh my god Missy!”

“What does she want?” Her brother asked to take another bite out of his piece of pizza with a raised brow towards me.

Holding the phone to my ear I was grinning so big that we still had a close connection to each other. Even though we had our fights when I was having to help raise her I still love the Cooper girl’s company. “She’s coming home for a little bit. She wants to spend time with the girls.”

“Aunt Missy!” Aurora and Eve both squealed pausing their food fight super excited.

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