#and so joel spends the rest of the dance with one in each arm

[mariatesstruther]

hey @clickergossip and @becomethesun im thinking about how my preschoolers had a valentines day dance where we had parents come and dance with us to songs that the kids chose. also thinking about how how toddler sarah and ellie would definitely choose the BEST songs

the other kids are choosing songs like let it go, we dont talk about bruno, and pup pup boogie from paw patrol. meanwhile ellie chooses “we belong together” by mariah and sarah’s chooses “at your best (you are love)” by aaliyah

[itsvaleriesucka]

forbidden love

pairing: demon!joel miller x angel!fem reader 

rating: explicit 18+ (minors dni) 

word count: 3.1k 

summary: you and joel lovingly spend the rest of the afternoon together in your room. things began to get steamy. 

warnings: sex, kissing, smoking, unprotected p in v, cock riding, oral sex (m!receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, creampie, light choking, age gap (50s/20s), no use of y/n, no outbreak 

a/n: my love for demons and angels will always have a special place in my heart. i seriously need demon joel in my life. this is the only way to fulfill this fantasy of mine. i hope you like it! i have other stories in mind that i would like to write soon so stay tuned. please do not read if you’re sensitive to any of these topics. you have been warned. 

The dark ambience of sounds coming from your Crosley record player touches a comfortable feeling deep inside your aching heart. The sound escaping lingered throughout the atmosphere of your own room. The aroma of expensive perfume and cigarettes fills the air and into your nostrils on this peaceful afternoon. 

Your cherry red almond nails did their little dance across Joel’s tousled salt and pepper hair, feeling every soft strand there is. You both layed in bed beside each other heavenly. Your right leg wrapped and pressed against his lower body, skin bear and visible from your mini white lace slip gown you decided to wear. Your eyes lingered all across his handsome facial features. He’s perfect and he is everything to you. 

His strong arm wraps around you, his hand and fingers soothing your soft skin on that bare thigh of yours. He draws you in closer, a feeling he did not want to let you go. With such a feeling, you pulled yourself away and positioned yourself above him, both legs locked and pressed against the sides of his hips. You sat gently upon his lap. You felt Joel’s large hands grip your hips to keep you in place. His thumb softly rubs against your hip bones in a circular motion. 

Both of your hands press themselves against his bare broad chest. Your eyes wandered each of his scars he’s had over the past years. Joel reached beside your nightstand to grab his cigarette that’s placed on a red heart shaped ashtray that was handmade by you. Staring at the piece of work, you already remembered you took him to a ceramics studio on one of your dates with him when you both were starting out.

You and Joel are the total opposites. You take him to cute and fun places while he takes you to places that are, well, questionable and odd. He’s mature and you’re young. He wears black and you wear white. He’s a demon and you’re an angel. 

Just the thought of a holy and unholy being together made the corner of your lips to curl downward into a frown. You felt your own stomach turn. You were so calm and content seconds ago and now you’re suddenly feeling sad. You tried not to reveal your emotions by forcing yourself to smile and looking away to distract yourself. You felt a tear drop escape from the outer corner of your eyes. You felt the liquid stream down against your cheek. You quickly wiped it away with the back of your hand but it was no use, Joel can already sense there was something wrong, even before you managed a frown.

“What’s the matter, angel?” Aside from being an actual angel, it’s indeed a lovely nickname for you. You always adored the way it draws out from him with that southern accent that sounded as pure as honey can taste.

“Nothing.” You watched the excess smoke from his Lucky Strike cigarette he inhaled, exhale through his nostrils, filling the air in your room. Joel quirked a brow. He kept his expression as stoic as usual. He wasn’t buying that pity answer from you. 

“Bullshit.” His eyes analyzed every single expression you gave off. 

Fine. He wins. 

“For a moment I thought about the opposites of you and I. Our kind being together…It’s forbidden…” you softly remarked. Already reminding yourself of the bigger books and the higher Gods. You completely detest yourself for ruining a precious moment between you two. You wanted to vanish in thin air right now. All you could try to concentrate on was the music that played in the background to numb your thoughts.

Joel rubbed the tip of his cigarette against the ashtray to put it out. He sat himself up while still holding you in place against his lap. You felt his fingers gently pinch the sides of your jawline. He wanted you to look at him and you did. 

“I don’t care about that,” Joel pulls you in closer, his gaze never leaving your precious face, “I care about you.” You felt his other hand rubbing small circles against your lower vertebrae to calm you down.

You knew he did. Despite who he truly is, you knew he wasn’t lying. Your mind was anxious and filled with fear of what can happen but your heart says otherwise. You cupped both his cheeks and felt his lips press against the palm of your delicate hand. You lean forward to press your lips against his, never pulling away. His mustache tickled your upper lip which made you smile from the sensation. 

Your rushed thoughts were silenced when you felt his tongue slide across your bottom lip. You part your lips, allowing his tongue to explore inside your mouth. You brushed your tongue against his tongue and it felt delicious. It felt delicious to be kissed by the devil. To Joel, it felt amazing to caress and taste an innocent angel such as yourself. 

You managed to pull away from his kiss and released a low sigh trying to catch your breath. Both foreheads pressed together. The smell of coffee and cigarette lingers from him. You felt his hot breath against your cheeks when he decided to plant kisses along your jawline down to your neck. You whined at the feeling of his teeth nibbling your sensitive spot against the soft flesh of your neck and your collarbone. You pushed your hips forward against his lap as your reaction to ease a certain tension that began to stir in between your inner thighs. The sudden friction caused his cock to twitch underneath his black boxers. 

As much as you needed him, he needed you. You did not hesitate to remove yourself from Joel’s lap and positioned yourself on your knees. Joel knew exactly the kind of move you were about to make so he sat himself up. He watched the hesitancy of your movements. How those soft hands gently rubbed the fabric that covered his growing erection. He lightly hummed at the gentle movement.

Joel did not hesitate to assist you by guiding your hand into the fly of his boxers, allowing you to touch him as you please. You gripped his thick cock and slowly worked your wrist to start a burning sensation in his core as you stroked his cock willingly. His throat vibrated from a satisfactory groan he released. You removed his large cock from his fly and watched as his precum dripped down, from his pink tip that swelled, against his length landing upon your hand. 

You brought your hand and licked the precum off your thumb and index finger. Joel grins at your insatiable desire. That naughty glint within his eyes began to shine. You lowered yourself close to his erection.

“Open that pretty mouth of yours.” He commands and you obliged instantly. You part your mouth and shivered at the feeling of his cock brushing precum all over your plump lips. You kissed his tip, allowing a string of his precum stretch in between. You languidly licked your bottom lip to obtain the salty taste. You lean yourself further more to shove his cock inside your mouth. You felt your mouth slowly becoming full. Cheeks hollow. Your taste buds swell to form excess saliva from the taste of his skin. 

It was a natural instinct to breathe through your nostrils from the absurd gesture. You tried not to choke but yet you always do for how large and thick he is. You should know better. You felt your cunt lightly clench at the sensation. Your core was starting a fire on its own. 

“You look so beautiful like this f’me.” Words that almost sounded like whispers slipped past his mouth as he brushed your hair with his fingers, petting you. You hummed in return to his compliment that his cock, again, twitched at the sudden vibration. With his hand still pressed upon your head, Joel wasted no time and lowered his boxers down, along with your head further down. He wanted the tip to touch the back of your throat. He wanted your mouth full of his entire length.

“Good girl…” he praised and you released a broken groan, almost choking. Your tongue danced along his shaft. He tastes just so damn good that your saliva mixed with his precum is already dripping down past your chin. You managed to follow his rhythm by bobbing your head at a steady pace. You’ve done this so many times and every single time it just keeps getting better and better. Your eyes fluttered shut in order to concentrate. Your hums mixed with soft melodies from your record player tune perfectly together. 

Your right hand squeezed his shaft, stroking him firmly while your other hand worked their magic by massaging his balls. If Joel always makes you feel good, he deserves the attention of feeling good as well.

“Fuck,” the demon cursed and thrust his hips forward. He pushes your head further down to the point your nose rubbed against his happy trail and saliva that splattered across. You gagged at the sudden reflex of his cock shoved deep down into your throat. Your eyes watered and trailed down each side of your cheeks. Your cunt kept clenching, begging for more. “You filthy slut…” 

The way he called you a filthy slut made you giggle. You felt butterflies form inside the pit of your stomach. Don’t get yourself wrong, you are indeed a good holy being. You always do the nicest things for mankind and try to help out in the darkest of times. But when you’re alone with Joel, it seems like you’re nothing but his devil woman. 

You brought yourself to pull away from his cock, trying to catch your own breath. You opened your mouth to release all that excess saliva that mixed with his own juices right upon his cock, lubricating him like the good angel you are. Your small hand now glides easily against him. Wet and sloppy. “I love being your filthy slut.” 

The way Joel’s pupils are nothing but wide and filled with lust with such an obscene gesture and words leaving past your lips was a sight to witness. He knows you don’t curse, but in bed, you miraculously do. And he fucking loves it too. 

“C’mere,” Joel shoves you towards himself, he wanted you to sit on his lap and so you did. Your breasts pressed against his chest. You felt fingertips tickling on each side of your thighs as he lifts the end of your white mini slip gown to remove the garment completely off of you. You were left in nothing but your white lace undergarment. How cute, it even has a tiny cross pendant that adorned underneath a tiny silk bow. He chuckled darkly at the sight. “You’re gonna fuckin’ ride me.”

You nodded your head so fast that you probably should be ashamed of yourself. You bite your bottom lip to refrain your contentment. You can feel your blood circulating towards your cheeks becoming warm and hot, flustered even. 

Using his index and middle finger, he hooked your damp panties that covered your sensitive cunt and pulled them aside. You can feel your own cunt coming in contact with the skin of his fingers. A shiver ran up and down your spine at his touch. His low humming was a pleasant melody to your ears. You lightly gasped at the sudden touch of his thumb pressing your swollen clit. Joel began to rub circular motions and watched how your body reacts. He knows you all too well, he just loves how your body twitches by the devil’s touch. 

“There we go…” he murmurs while focusing on that sweet spot of yours that is beginning to cause his mouth to water. Joel can feel his own erection twitch again with anticipation. His eyes fixated upon yours the entire time. He was prepping you for his cock that ached to be sucked inside of you. 

“That feels so g-good.” You softly moaned and placed your index knuckle in between your teeth to refrain from moaning out loud. The walls surrounding your room were rather dense that you can sometimes hear certain conversations from other neighbors. Eyes fluttered shut in order to concentrate on the way his calloused thumb skillfully flicks and rubs your clit.

“Yeah?” He purrs and pressed your clit harder. His thumb wandered towards your folds to then wet your sweet clit with your own juices to make rubbing easier. Joel smacks your hand away from your mouth which caught you by surprise. “I want to hear you, angel. Don’t be shy and let it all out f’me. Besides…” He brushes his thumb upon your wet swollen lips and you amorously suck your own taste off, releasing his thumb with a pop. A low hum vibrating from your throat, “…I want the neighbors to hear how good you’re ridin’ me.”

You felt his angry tip poke your entrance that glistened with your own natural lubricant. You are forced to lift yourself up to allow more room for his cock to comfortably slip inside of you. His fingers still hooking the fabric aside. You gasped as your jaw became slack at the way his thick length slowly stretched your inner walls. You watch as his cock slowly sinks and disappears into your aching entrance. As mentioned, you have done this plenty of times but his cock never fails to make you gasp every time at the sudden stinging sensation of the stretch. It’s bizarre. 

Joel chuckled darkly and began to thrust himself into you. He needed you to adjust to his length comfortably before anything else. The moment you feel comfortable, you sway your hips forward and backwards, soon bouncing freely against him. You felt every inch of his cock rubbing your warm stretched walls. The way the tip of his cock hits your cervix has your head spinning. Sweet moans and squeals escape past your lips. The lewd sounds of both your precum secreting together echoes.

Your arms wrap around his neck for support while his arms wrap around your waist, holding, guiding, and encouraging you to milk his cock deep. The sight of your own breasts bouncing to the rhythm and movement intoxicates Joel’s arousal. He did not hesitate to pinch and tease your hardened nipples. The pain enticing your mood. 

“Oh fuck right there, yes!” You cried as you continued to ride his cock. The way you grind against his lap got you both drowning in arousal. Skin tacky from the sudden heat mixed with sweat forming within you both. With each harsh thrust, oxygen hitches away from your lungs. It honestly felt like he was punching a hole inside of you. But the way his cock feels doing so was absolutely divine. 

“You’re doin’ so well baby girl.” You earned yourself a tight squeeze from both his hands that managed to slide down toward your ass. You smiled at his encouragement. He took the opportunity to plant another kiss upon your lips. His teeth nipping against your bottom lip, pulling the flesh teasingly.

“It feels so good, mmm, I need you…” You moaned into Joel’s mouth. You were too carried away pecking his lips a dozen times to finish your sentence. He slows his pace, wanting to hear the right words come out. 

“You need…?” He breathes and groans all against your pretty mouth. The way you paused from bouncing and focused on grinding against his lap ferociously while his cock stuck deep inside was driving him mad. In a matter of seconds he was going to spill his sticky seed.

“Cum inside me…p-please.” You begged and bat your eyes towards him, your doe eyes that were filled with nothing but inevitable lust told him everything he needed to know. The perfect green light but yet he still managed to tease the shit out of you, as per usual. 

“Mmm, don’t know about that.” He murmured as he paints a wicked grin across his face. The way your brows furrowed with a frustrated expression actually amused him. “C’mon…please…” 

A cry that seriously turned him on even more. To your sudden surprise, Joel switched positions where your back instantly touches your mattress. He grips your ankles and brings your legs up to hold you good. He removed your precious panty and tossed it somewhere behind him. You were too flooded with mixtures of sin and lust that all you were able to do was toggle a lazy wiggle from your hips, encouraging him to stick his cock back inside of you as quickly as possible. And so he did. 

Joel buries his cock deep inside of you and begins to roughly pound his hips against the back of your thighs, obtaining that tantalizing pace. You huff with each rhythm of his smack trying to fight back a moan but to no avail. It is certain that your neighbors can already hear your glorious cries. You’re too horny to even be embarrassed at this point. They were so sweet, so angelic which always drives Joel insane. He enjoyed stripping away your innocence. Always. 

“Look at you angel, takin’ this cock so well. Such a fuckin’ good girl. ” You felt nothing but a tight hand wrapped around your neck. His hand. All you could see were only stars, you began to feel dizzy. “My good fuckin’ girl.” 

You began to feel your climax almost pooling in. “Yes! Oh fuck…Joel! Baby, I’m gonna cum!” To help with that, you arched your back so that his cock can rub against that aching g-spot of yours. 

Just by his cock hitting your favorite spot had caused you to overstimulate. You frantically released your final loud moan that ringed against his ears. You felt like the earth had stopped spinning once that orgasm came crashing over your entire body that exploded into a blissful sensation. Your cunt clenching around his thick cock caused Joel to collapse right above you, spilling his load right inside of you coaxing a heavy groan against your ear. The warming sensation of his cum seeping inside eased your body. You thrust your hips forward to obtain that final aftershock. 

You felt Joel’s cock pulling right out of you along with some of his cum spilling out from your sore entrance. He laid right beside you to try and catch his breath. Rolling yourself, you stopped right on top, embracing him with a hug, never wanting to let him go.

 “Like I said, I don’t care what anyone thinks.” Joel kisses the side of your head, pulling you closer to him. 

“I’m yours and you’re mine.” You lovingly whispered.

You earned yourself a warm smile from the devil. A smile only you’re able to witness alone. “Let’s get you cleaned up, angel.”

[bits-and-babs]

This is only the first of what I hope will not be too many, but here we go! 🗝 Joel Miller + Country cowbow aesthetic. Because why not?! <3

⋆ 𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖

CountryCowboy!Joel Miller x f!Reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: soft af, made my heart ache, playful flirting, literally such southern stereotypes written by an English Woman. Dry humping. 18+ ya nasties!

summary: Retired Rodeo-Cowboy Joel Miller settles down on his ranch with his number one fan.

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“They’re more hassle than they’re worth, y’know?”

A smile pulls at the edges of your mouth the moment his complaints reach your ears. His gruff voice drips with sarcasm, but you keep your eyes on the horses that prance around the paddock. They lift their hooves with synchronised grace, performing a dance as they clopped across the dried soil.

“That may be,” you muse, brushing your palms over the planks of wood that contained the mares. They’re beautiful beasts, their coats shining beneath the sunshine that the rim of your Stetson shields your face from. “But they’re mighty fine.”

The mocking southern accent you respond with has Joel pushing his elbow into your side.

“Hey!” You burst into a fit of giggles, the laughter bubbling from your throat before you’re able to suppress it. When you look up, Joel’s face is flat, that typical ‘Clint Eastwood Stand-off’ vibe that he always emanates, but his eyes betray him. There’s amusement swirling in his deep tan-leather irises.

Joel rests his palms on the wood, too, casting his gaze over the field. He’s handsome like this, you think, the dying gilded sunshine painting his face golden. It’s clearly crawled under his skin, cheeks glowing a subtle pink with sunburn and making the greys of his beard starker amongst the brown. His matching salt and pepper hair is windswept from working all day in the summer breeze.

It’s ridiculous, you think. All these years together, travelling to rodeos and spending most of your time hiding behind your fingers when he wrestled steers, you still felt the butterflies erupt in your stomach when you looked at him. He’d since hung up his bulldogging boots, ‘far too old to be wrangling bullocks’, and had taken up a much quieter life breeding horses for racing.

“You know,” Joel smirks, not bothering to look at you when he teases you, “You’re always talkin’ ‘bout how pretty they are but spend all your time lookin’ at me.”

“Shut up,” you scoff, tearing your eyes away from him and folding your arms across your chest with an indignant huff. The rumbles of a chuckle reach your ears, and you can feel your cheeks heat up.

“It ain’t so bad, you know,” he speaks softly, trying to ease your embarrassment, “It’s nice to know an old man’s still got it.”

You can’t stay mad at him for very long. That southern charm that effortlessly and unknowingly bleeds through each word works its way between your ribs and lassoes your heart with such ease. Again, you find yourself smiling, turning to look at him again. He’s unable to smother the grin that’s threatening to stretch across his lips, the edges of his mouth twitching.

“You’re not an old man,” you promise, reaching your hand across the small space between you. You hook your finger under the metal of his belt buckle and pull him towards you with a grin. He arches a brow at you pointedly, and you shrug with a grin. “Mhm, okay, maybe you’re a little old.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirks, watching you smooth your hands over his hips and waist.

“The kind of old that makes a man even more handsome,” you promise him, unable to look him in the eyes and choosing instead to drag your eyes over the tanned skin that glistens with sweat just beyond the collar of his flannel, “You age like whiskey, Joel.”

“Jack Daniels or Southern Comfort?” He asks, and you can feel his gaze dancing across your face, burning into your mouth and tracing your lips.

“Mhmm…” you hum softly, finally braving his stare and looking up at him. His eyes are dark with a rich need, hungering for your lips on his. “Redbreast.”

He can’t stand it anymore, you think, leaning down suddenly to press his lips to yours. They’re slightly dry from the heat, and you can taste the salt of his sweat. His body heards you against the fence, his work-worn hands dragging over your thighs and hips with a delicious hum that pools arousal between your thighs.

“Joel,” you breathe into his mouth. It comes out a little more desperate than you’d like, a little needier, but Joel doesn’t complain. His hands are hoisting you up, settled just beneath your ass, so your legs wrap around him.

“These fuckin’ jeans,” he huffs, frustrated when he lightly slaps your ass. Again, you’re laughing, knowing he hates them. They hug your figure just right, too tricky to get off in a hurry. “Just gonna have to make do, aren’t I?”

You’re unable to question him, to ask what he means, because he’s immediately grinding his hips against your own in a way that adds just the right amount of pressure to your clit through the seam of your jeans. Fuck, he’s rock hard beneath you, clearly turned on by your ridiculous teasing and the way you melted at the sight of him.

He swallows your moans with heated kisses, tongue dragging against your own. Fuck, his hands are squeezing at the flesh of your ass through the denim, enjoying the handfuls he steals.

It’s deliberate. The slow, heavy arcs of his hips when he grinds into you, focusing all the pressure on your clit with expertise only he could offer. He’d mapped out your body after all these years, the peaks and troughs of your structure memorised like the landscape of his ranch. Joel knew every pleasure point of your body, how to work them to his advantage and to your detriment.

“Fuck,” you whine softly, feeling him smirk into your shared kiss. Leaning your head back, you sigh when he pulls his lips across your jugular, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your pulse.

“Kiss your mother with that mouth, Darlin’?” He questions you, and you answer with a pointed, open-palm slap against his shoulder. He chuckles again, but responds with another heavy drag of his hips.

“Ohfu-“ you choke out, tears welling in your eyes. He just ruins you, just picks you apart and puts you together again so that all you can think about is the throbbing arousal that shoots up your spine.

“You gonna give it to me, Darlin’? Come on, Sugar. Come on,” he whispers to you, that gravelly tone sparking something honey-sweet inside of you. It’s not the lighting crack that he usually produces. No, it pours through you like molasses, slow and rolling and dripping between your thighs. A soft, drawn-out moan of Joel’s name pushes its way from your lips, and he praises you as your thighs squeeze him tight.

“Mhmm, Good Girl,” he hums, planting kisses along your jaw with a grin. “Don’t think I’ll have to work hard to wrangle you into bed, will I?”

He doesn’t.

END

[starry-eyes-love]

Dance with Me

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Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader, post-outbreak. Ch 8.5 of my series “My Journey to You”, but can be read as a stand-alone. 

Summary | Joel can't sleep and thinks about the first time he danced with you, back in the Boston QZ three years prior.  He was too afraid to tell you back then how he felt, but he speaks his mind now to you as you sleep.

A/N:  This is my 200 follower appreciation post.  Thank you so much guys for all of the love and support I’ve gotten within this past year. It means the world to me that all of you love this little slice of fanfiction/ world that I have created. Thank you!  

Warnings | 18+, Minors DNI.  Age gap (unspecified, but 20s/50s), language, fluffy (like a ton), sexual tension, tiny bit of angst (if you really squint), carefree Joel, Joel dancing with you (it needs its own warning), soft Joel, Joel soothes you, terms of endearment, love bomb dropped… and that’s about it I think. 

Word Count: 3.4 K

You gently shifted in your sleep, mumbling to yourself yet again.  Joel soothed you and kissed your temple once again, trying to get you to go back to sleep. “I’m sorry for not telling ya sooner, but I love you baby. And I promise I'll spend the rest of my life makin’ it up t’ya.” Joel said, gently whispering in your ear. You let out a small content sigh and said, “I’ll hold ya to that promise Miller” and then you drifted back off to sleep yet again.

Joel laid beside you in bed while watching you sleep. Your lips were slightly parted and you were breathing slowly and evenly, in and out with each breath. You wore an old, worn out t-shirt that once belonged to Joel, and underwear for sleep shorts. The old t-shirt was your favorite shirt to sleep in as it felt like the comforts of home, if home was a thing in the apocalypse.  You were lying on your stomach, hair tossed messy to the side, blankets draped over your lower half as you quietly slept. Joel, lying awake, felt the tug of his heart at the peacefulness of you. He wanted all of this to work out; for you, him, and Ellie to be a family. But how can one be a family in a world that was meant to destroy?

Joel turned to lie on his back, arm bent up and over his shoulder. His head rested on his forearm as he stared straight up at the ceiling. His mind was working overtime tonight, unable to shut down to fall asleep. You had been asleep for hours, peacefully resting in the quiet world. Where do we go from here when spring hits? Joel wondered silently to himself. You three were slowly running out of supplies, and food was getting harder and harder to find. The snow was deep, making hiking or walking almost impossible in certain areas. This limited your options, which put a strain on this little life that you had built. Death was once again staring all of you in the face, mocking and testing to see if you could survive.

Joel heard you whimper slightly, eyes moving rapidly while shut. You were lost deep in dreamland once again, and tonight Joel had hoped it was pleasant dreams that you were having. As he silently watched you sleep, he couldn't help but feel protective over you. You were his Angel, his baby, his future wife that he loved. You counted on him to be strong, to be a protector for you and Ellie. Joel was faced with difficult choices ahead of him, trying to figure out how to keep the three of you alive.

When Joel heard you quietly whimper yet again, he turned on his side. He gently reached out and soothed you by saying, “shh baby, I'm here and you’re safe.” He then lightly kissed your head, inhaling your sweet scent once again. Joel could get drunk off your scent, from the tenderness of your body, and the warmth of your heart. You smelled like vanilla and sugar, a delicate cupcake. One that he desperately wanted to taste and bury himself deep within. He wanted to wrap himself around you, so neither one of you would know where one person ended and the next one began.

“Joel, dance with me,” you said, still dreaming, whimpering slightly to yourself.

With a small chuckle, he ran his hand through your hair while whispering slowly in your ear “ok darlin’, I'll dance with you.” He then started to hum the song the two of you danced to a few years ago in the Boston QZ. As he hummed the tune, you relaxed and sighed in your sleep, feeling safe and content once again. Joel smiled to himself, remembering the details behind that fateful day where he showed you a piece of himself, a piece of what he was like before.

Flashback to Boston QZ

3 Years Prior

You rushed into the room, shrieking to yourself at the prospect of finding a record player once again. “Joel look” you said, jumping for joy at your find.

“Damn it woman, ya stay next to me and wait until I say t’go forward, understood?” Joel snapped, coming into the room that you just rushed into, without checking the room first.

With an eye roll you said, “Yes, Sir,” not wanting to argue with him. 

Joel froze at your statement, not wanting to admit what your statement did to him. How it made his pants a little tighter in the front. Your innocence and excitement in life shouldn't be something that made him feel attraction, but yet it did. The thought of him showing you things, how to do things, made him stiff in his jeans. You were practically a kid to him, even though you were technically an adult. You just were a much younger adult than he.  He was old enough to be your father and because of this he knew he shouldn't be attracted to wanting you the way he did. None of this made any sense to him, especially since he had Tess. But here you were, practically jumping for joy, bouncing around like a goddamn kid in a candy store at the thought of finding some old record player that probably didn't even work anymore.

“Can we-”

“No,” Joel said with finality in his voice.  

“Maybe we could just-”

“Didn't ya hear me, I said no. We're not here for some stupid record player. Damn thing probably doesn't even work anymore.”  With that statement Joel saw your eyes glaze over with tears. Joel didn't mean to say the word stupid, to call the thing that you were excited about stupid. 

“Darlin’, I-”

“No you're right, it is stupid. I am stupid.” You said with venom lacing your words as tears welled up into your eyes. “God forbid I find one thing, one fucking thing, that excites me and makes me feel alive again when I feel anything but. I know why we're here, what we came for. You're forgetting that I have brought you more money, delivered more goods than anyone else in this God forsaken QZ. So excuse me if I want to laugh again for just a second, and not feel numb anymore. You can thank the asshole that carved his dumb mark in my leg and forced his knife to my throat that made me feel numb when all I wanted to do was-”

You stopped yourself suddenly, looking over at Joel who was now glaring at you with concerned eyes. You've never spouted off to him like this before, and you never, ever, have been honest with him about how you felt after David attacked you. Joel had asked you countless times of how you felt after he rescued you two years prior, asked if you wanted to talk about it. Each time you told him to ‘just forget about it.’ Dwelling in the past wasn't something that either of you could afford to do, so you were shocked that you mentioned anything now. 

“Uh Joel, just forget what I-”

“Wasn't gonna say anything,” he said, still looking at you with concern. “If ya wanna talk ‘bout it, I'll listen.”

With a long sigh you shook your head and said “I know Joel, and thank you. I just-I don't want to talk about it. Let's- let's just get what we came here for, and then go.” After you spoke you hung your head and marched out the door.

Joel heard you sniffling in the other room. He found himself glancing at the record player, the one he just scolded you for wanting to take. He tried convincing himself that it wasn’t worth picking up and carrying back, that it was pointless to have something like this.  But he couldn’t stand seeing you so upset. He internally scolded himself for his actions as he quickly packed it up to take with him as a gift for you.

“Joel, are you ready?” You asked, not wanting to be yelled at again. When he didn't answer, you yelled saying “JOEL.”

“Jesus woman, I'm right here, ya don't need to shout.” he said, his pack full and bulging.

“What did you get?” You asked, while looking at his back.

“Found some medical stuff, now come on” he said as he walked out the door.

Later that night you were laying in bed, looking up at the ceiling when you heard a knock on your door. Your back was sore from carrying a lot of stuff, and Joel was in no better shape when you returned. You were freshly washed, Joel insisted that you use the shower first when you arrived back home. You had been staying with him and Tess since he rescued you from David.  Every time you thought of a reason to leave his house, Joel would always come up with an excuse to have you stay.  After the first year, you stopped trying to find reasons to leave and just accepted the fact that you now lived in the guest bedroom of Joel and Tess’s house. When you heard Joel knock again you gently said “come in” and took a deep breath, bracing yourself for whatever news he was going to tell you. 

“I made some dinner, ya want to come and eat with me?” he said, examining the wood construction of the door and lightly running a finger over the rough edges.  Joel seemed timid tonight, something that you weren’t used to.

“You cooked?” You asked as you slowly sat up, raising an eyebrow at him.  When he nodded his head you teased, “and the house didn't burn down?”

Joel rolled his eyes at your quip, responding back, “No wiseass, it didn't. Now ya hungry or not?”

You quickly got off the bed, stomach audibly growling at the smell that was coming from the kitchen. When you arrived, you saw two plates with spaghetti on them, two waters and alcoholic drinks (whiskey), with about a hundred candles all lit around the living room and attached dining room area. As soon as you saw the scene in front of you, you felt your face fall.

“What's the matter?” Joel asked, puzzled, wondering if he did something wrong.

“Oh nothin' I-I didn't know that you and Tess were going to have a night to yourselves. I'll just grab my food and eat someplace else I guess,” replying meekly and hanging your head at the fact that you once again felt like the third wheel.  With a dramatic sigh you took a step forward to go find something to put your food on.  As you stepped forward towards the stove, Joel reached out and gently grabbed your waist, pulling you back into him.

As soon as your back hit his chest you froze.  You could feel his strong body behind you, molding to your curves in the way that you loved.  Usually Joel wouldn’t outright grab you like this and hold you firm against his body, unless you were about to search a house and decided not to listen to him. It was his way of stopping you before you’d endanger yourself. This though was outside of the norm for him, considering that you weren’t about to search a house for supplies. 

You felt Joel gently stroke your skin underneath your t-shirt, a t-shirt you stole from him tonight to sleep in.  He was slowly rubbing gentle circles on your skin, slightly gripping your waist every time you tried to move away from him.  He was silently telling you to stay tight against his body until he said it was safe for you to leave. You relaxed into his touch, head slowly leaning back as you melted into him.  You felt the strong and prominent bulge behind you, fitting tight against the curve of your ass.  You gave your hips a tiny roll as you heard Joel let out a low growl in your ear at the sensation. Your head was swimming with a combination of his manly scent, warm food, and arousal, and because of this you didn’t realize that you had slightly whimpered at his touch. 

Joel, whispering gently in your ear said, “Tess ain’t home darlin’. She ain't gonna be here all night. This is just for you and me.” He then growled in your ear while lightly nipping at the soft spot below your ear, the spot that makes your toes curl and your clit throb.  Joel lightly laughed as he pulled away from you, looking at you with dark eyes saying, “come on darlin’, I’m hungry. Let’s eat.” 

You don't know how it happened, but somehow Joel was sitting next to you at the table, thighs touching, hand running soothing circles on your leg from time to time as you both ate. You two were also talking softly, occasionally laughing hysterically at the jokes that Joel was making. Joel Fucking Miller, Mr. Grumpy Man, was laughing and cracking jokes with you. You didn’t realize how easy the conversation could flow with him.  It was like the whiskey you both were drinking, it felt smooth. 

“You know I don't think I've ever felt this good talking with you before, ever” you say, slowly sipping your drink.

“Yeah well, I reckon it's cause you don't know the real me darlin’.” Joel says, slowly reaching out and grabbing his drink while brushing his knuckles over the back of your hand once again. Joel was touchy feely tonight, something that you've never seen him do with you. You didn't know if it was because he missed Tess, if he was just enjoying himself with you, if it was the alcoholic drinks that the two of you were drinking, or if it was a combination of all three. You weren't going to complain, you loved the attention he was giving you and by the looks of it, he was also enjoying the attention you were giving him.

Dinner had gone well and somehow you found yourself sitting on the couch, side by side, thighs touching as you slowly sipped your whiskey. You were on your third drink of the night, feeling loose and relaxed, wanting to keep the conversation going, but forgetting that your mouth needed a filter.

“I heard the fight that you and Tess had last week. I heard her leave.” You said, wanting to decide if his closeness was just him being lonely.

“Yeah well, shit happens I guess.” Joel said, leaning back and opening his legs a bit wider as he leaned into the couch, placing his one hand on the inside of his leg.  He was looking down at the glass that he was holding in his lap, slowly sipping at it and trying to relax.

“Do you wanna tell me why she left, or am I just going to have to guess?” you said boldly.

Joel, taking another slow sip of his drink said, “well darlin’, ya better start guessing then.”

Letting out an exhausted sigh, you turned to him and raised an eyebrow.  You knew the reason why she left, you heard her scream at him as you laid in your bedroom unable to sleep that night.  You were hoping that Joel would tell you, admit to you the problem that happened, that he moaned out another woman’s name when he was fucking Tess.  The longer you looked at him though, the more stone-like his features became.

“Joel I-”

“Don’t” he said, shaking his head, while taking another sip.

“Joel, I heard the argument that you and Tess had, and I-”

Joel’s eyes widened at the realization that you heard the argument, that you heard him moan your name when he was fucking Tess. “Quit it, will ya,” he said, embarrassment finding a home on his face. “I don't wanna fucking talk about it.” “It's embarrassing,” he mumbled to himself, thinking that you couldn’t hear him say it, but you could.

“Joel, I think we should talk about it.”

“Talk about it,” he said with a sarcastic laugh. “There ain’t nothin’ to talk about. I moaned out another woman’s name in bed when I was fuckin’ Tess and she almost ripped my balls off cause of it.”  What Joel didn’t say was that ‘the woman’s name was you baby.’

“Who’s name was it?” you asked curiously. You thought you heard your name that night on his lips, but you couldn't be sure. When Joel looked at you, you could tell that he wasn’t going to say it.  With a shake of his head and a huff he quickly changed the subject, trying to get you to focus on something that wasn’t so personal.

“Got a present for you, thought you’d like this so I brought it here.” He said, standing up and walking over to the other side of the room. He motioned for you to come over by him. “Thought you'd like this present darlin'” he said, putting the needle on the record. As soon as the sound started you heard Donnie Iris “Ah Leah” song come on. You squealed and ran over by him, jumping for joy that he brought back the record player you found. That was what was in his pack today, and why you had to carry double the load in yours. 

‘It's been a long, long time, you're such a sight. You're looking better than a body has a right to. Don't you know we're playing with the fire. But we can stop this burning desire Leah. Ah! Leah! Here we go again.

As the song continued to play you felt Joel grab your drink and set it down on the coffee table. He then grabbed your hands and started dancing fast with you to the beat of the song.  He was swaying his hips back and forth, spinning you around, moving his arms as he danced with you, singing the lyrics.

‘I see your lips and I wonder who's been kissing them. I never knew how badly I was missing them. We both know we're never going to make it. But when we touch, we never have to fake it Leah. Ah! Leah! Here we go again.’

The longer the song went, the more Joel was relaxing, enjoying himself.  You were laughing, moving your body to the beat of the music as you watched Joel shake his hips with his belt unbuckled, wanting to be himself and comfortable for a change. You have never seen him this comfortable or laid back before, and honestly it stirred something deep within you. You quickly switched to where he was behind you and you were in front of him, swaying your hips, slowly grinding your ass on his crotch.

“Show me how your daughter was made Joel,” you said, grinding back into him.

“Fuck, I’ll do more than that darlin’” he said, nudging your backside while grabbing your hips, swaying you back and forth to the music. Joel then whispered the lyrics in your ear again.

‘Baby, it's no good, we're just asking for trouble. I can touch you, but I don't know how to love you. It ain't no use, we're headed for disaster. Our minds said no, but our hearts were talking faster Leah. Ah! Leah!’

As the song slowly started to end, Joel was still twirling you around, smiling ear to ear.  You were laughing, both of you feeling carefree. It was the first time the both of you felt like you could breathe and have fun again in a world that was full of death and destruction. For the next hour you two danced together, having fun, taking just one night in life to forget and have it for yourselves. 

 Present Day

Joel laid in bed, slowly stroking your hair and remembering the last time he danced with you.  He was internally scolding himself, telling himself that he was such an idiot for not telling you back then how much you meant to him. He also hated that he didn’t kiss you or take you to bed that night like you both wanted him to.  You gently shifted in your sleep, mumbling to yourself yet again.  Joel soothed you and kissed your temple once again, trying to get you to go back to sleep. 

“I’m sorry for not telling ya sooner, but I love you baby. And I promise I'll spend the rest of my life makin’ it up t’ya.” Joel said, gently whispering in your ear.

You let out a small content sigh and said, “I’ll hold ya to that promise Miller” and then you drifted back off to sleep yet again.

Joel chuckled to himself that you heard him, even in your half sleep state.  With another smile plastered on his face, he leaned over and kissed you gently on the lips, thanking the heavens that you were here with him. He then whispered a few lines of his re-done version of the lyrics of the song you two danced to. He wrote them the next morning after your night of fun of dancing as he watched you sleep even back then softly. “It ain't no use baby, we were headed for disaster. My mind told me no, but my heart talked a hell of a lot faster. I love you.”

-End Story-

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Daisy, Give Me an Answer (Joel Miller x female reader)

WC: 2400

Warnings: none, fluff city baby!!

Summary: reader is a cook in the Jackson meal hall, she and Joel bond over their love for southern cooking. She isn’t named, but has a nickname that is used two or three times.

A/N: this is my first time writing for Joel, so please let me know what you think :-)

Living in Jackson was an apocalyptic version of a dream come true. Everyone there had suffered through their own personal hells over the past two decades. Loss and struggle common threads between all of the residents. After a few years, you finally felt your shoulders relax. The danger kept out by the fence and the brave folks who patrolled each day. You started to believe that this is where you would spend the rest of your time on earth, free from the tendrils of cordyceps and the brutality of FEDRA.

You checked the clock that ticked steadily on your mantle to see your shift at the meal hall was nearing. Some of the men on patrol had bagged a few sizable deer the night before, so you would all be eating well for the next few days. Some of the meat was already curing to be turned into jerky, but the bulk of it was going to be used for roasting into stews. You laced your boots up and slipped on your lighter jacket. It had been a mild fall so far. The cold not yet settling in. You plucked your faded apron off the hook by the door and draped it over your arm as you made your walk down the dirt paths to the meal hall. The mountains rose behind you, afternoon sunlight streaming down and dancing on the orange and gold leaves decorating the hills. The school had just let out for the day and a group of children were chasing each other up the street beside you, one of them carrying a beat up soccer ball. You smiled fondly at them. They had known no other life like you and the older residents. They found joy easily in the open air and a simple toy left behind from one of Jackson’s original residents.

You let yourself into the mess hall and joined the other cooks who had shifts tonight. First, hanging your jacket in the small, makeshift break room off of the main prep area, then, pulling your apron on. It was a faded power blue covered in small embroidered daisies. It had belonged to your grandmother, one of the only remaining pieces of your old life. Your grandmother had taught you everything you knew about cooking. The two of you stood side by side countless mornings rolling out biscuits to spread with her homemade jams, strawberry and blackberry always in plentiful supply.

You had taken her recipes and opened a small eatery in your hometown in Tennessee. That’s where you were working when the world fell apart. You survived for years on expired canned goods and tasteless FEDRA rations, so to be somewhere with fresh ingredients and a functioning kitchen again was more than you ever dreamed. Tonight’s menu was stewed venison with some potatoes and carrots out of one of the greenhouses, cornbread, and slow cooked cinnamon apples.

“Daisy’s here!” a cheerful voice rang out as you dried your hands on your apron and joined who had become your closest friends in the large room. Your nickname had come from your apron, but you didn’t mind it. It made you feel close to your grandmother who you missed with an indescribable ache. She passed the year before the world went to hell. It hurt at the time, but now you were thankful that she never had to fight like you had.

Jenna and May were sisters in their 30’s, just children when the outbreak happened. One was washing apples, one was slicing and placing them in a large metal bowl. You were thankful they had each other. A lot of people had no one left.

Ellen was older, hair white where there used to be blonde. She was humming an old hymn while she carefully peeled the vegetables, saving the scraps for the compost pile.

Michael was a heavier set man in his 50’s. He had a full beard streaked with gray, a kind smile, and round cheeks. His strong arms were busy butchering one of the deer’s hindquarters. He smiled warmly, “Hello, Daisy,” a deep southern voice crooned.

“Hi Mikey,” you smiled finding yourself in charge of the cornbread. Fresh milled cornmeal, farm fresh eggs, some honey from one of the hives in Jackson, it was a crowd favorite. The sweetness of it made those of you with southern roots particularly fond of the way it reminded you of the world before.

Aside from the kitchen staff and Maria, you didn’t have many friends there. You knew everyone by name though. You had served them all hot meals hundreds of times. Most people came through the line caught up in their own conversations, not paying much mind to the person behind the counter.

You thought of one face in particular who loved your cornbread. Joel Miller had rolled in last fall with his daughter in tow. The local women all whispered about how handsome he was, the chatter reaching his ears almost immediately upon his arrival. You could tell it made him feel awkward, so you decided you wanted to be a friendly face in the crowd for him. He was always polite in line, saying “yes ma’am, no ma’am, thank you, no thank you.” You had bonded over your southern roots. Though Texas was a bit of a stretch from Tennessee, you both held similar temperaments and upbringings. Not that you had sat and talked to him for hours. You mostly held light conversations together while you waited for the line to keep moving. A few times after everyone had been served, he waved you over to join his family while you scanned the room holding your own tray.

He had a tough exterior, but your southern touch when it came to the kitchen brought out what you only assumed to be the old Joel, the one who hadn’t fought tooth and nail to survive. You thought fondly of him while you mixed the batter together and filled several pans to bake in the industrial oven the kitchen was blessed with.

The dinner crowd filtered in slowly tonight. The September sun sank low in the sky painting everything with navy and purple shadows. You scanned the room for Joel, beginning to get nervous when you realized he wasn’t back from patrol yet. The cornbread was running low, so you took the biggest remaining piece and tucked it out of view saving it for him.

A few minutes later, the doors swung open, and in strolled the Miller brothers. They both looked exhausted, mud caking their boots and well up the front of their jeans. They found their place in line, only a few people ahead of them. “Daisy,” Tommy smiled tipping his hat. “Looks good,” Joel’s low voice rumbled. “Oh!” you exclaimed reaching for the piece of cornbread you had set aside for him, “I saved this for you,” you explained sliding it onto his tray.

The look on his face was hard to describe. “I, well thank you,” he stammered. You swore you saw a faint blush creep into his cheeks. Tommy knocking him in the ribs with his elbow. “I just, I knew it was your favorite so when you were late I wanted to make sure you got a piece,” you said suddenly feeling awkward.

“That was mighty kind of you,” he smiled, something you didn’t see often. “It was nothing,” you smiled back as he moved forward with his tray.

May elbowed you once he was out of earshot, “Well that was cute,” she whispered, “I didn’t know you had a crush on Joel.”

“May, I’m a little old for crushes,” you joked. But maybe she was right. There was a reason so many of Jackson’s resident women fawned over him. He was handsome, polite, always willing to lend a hand. You watched his figure move across the room and take his place next to Ellie. She instantly lit up, mouth running a mile a minute about something. You smiled watching them and he looked up to catch your eye. You looked away quickly and excused yourself to finally get your portion, but when you found yourself looking for a spot to eat, he waved you over, a warm smile on his face. You suddenly felt nervous, your breath was quickening. Oh god this is so silly, you thought. It’s just a piece of cornbread, it didn’t mean anything.

You collected your thoughts and walked over to their table and sat across from him. Tommy and Maria were on the other end catching up about their days paying no mind to the three of you. “What brought you in so late, Cowboy?” you questioned setting your napkin in your lap. “One of the horses got stuck in a mud pit,” he sighed rubbing his face with his broad hands, “Took us a while to get her free.” Your eyes went wide, “You were able to get a horse out of a mud pit with just the two of you?”

If you didn’t know any better, you would say he looked smug for a second, “I did about 80% of the heavy lifting, Tommy kept getting stuck too,” he said loud enough for his brother to hear. “Bullshit,” he called over the table with a grin on his face, “You don’t have to try to make me look bad to impress a lady,” he teased. Joel’s cheeks for sure went red this time. “I’m impressed with you both, that’s some serious strength,” you said trying to ease the tension.

“Joel’s super strong,” Ellie commented stealing an apple off of his plate. “I’ve seen him lift all kinds of heavy stuff,” she continued with her mouth full.

“We were contractors,” Joel explained, “Spent all day lifting lumber and whatnot.” He and Tommy recollected together for a few minutes about their past work before Tommy and Maria excused themselves.

“Ellie, you go on ahead home and I’ll meet you there,” Joel said gathering the empty trays on the table to walk them to the table they amassed on at the end of the night waiting for the cleaning crew to come in. She skipped out the door after giving him a knowing look. “Do ya mind if I walk ya home?” he asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

“Not at all,” you smiled, “Let me just go grab my coat,” you excused yourself to the back room where you had left it earlier. Joel stood in the doorway to the meal hall, one boot propping it open while he waited for you. That nervous feeling settled in your chest again and you tried to dismiss it. Surely he was just being polite, returning the favor. There’s no way this meant more than that, right?

Joel gave you a small smile as he opened the door fully for you to pass through, “After you,” he nodded. It felt trite considering the state of the world, but you couldn’t help but smile that he took the time to attend to such little things still.

“I bet you’re looking forward to that shower tonight,” you commented, further taking in the state of his mud caked clothes.

His brow furrowed and this time you were certain that his cheeks had flushed crimson. “I guess I don’t smell too hot, huh,” he said sheepishly, the toe of his boot connecting with a small rock and kicking is along the dusty path.

“Oh! That’s not what I meant! I mean, you’ve probably definitely smelled better,” you stammered. You could see him sinking farther into himself drawing a small laugh from your lips. You touched a hand to his arm causing him to tense up, both of your feet stopping. “I am so thankful that you and our other brave townsfolk handle patrol so that people like me can stay behind and stew apples and bake cornbread. It doesn’t feel like an equal exchange at all, but I don’t think horses like me, so my hands are tied,” you rattled on. Joel cracked another small smile, his feet falling back into line with yours.

“What do you mean horses don’t like you?” he bemused.

“They never have, the pony I rode for my sixth birthday being the first of many.”

His chuckle came easily. “Well I’ll put in a good word for you if you’d ever like to swing by, maybe bring some of those apples.”

“You think they’ll listen?”

“Oh sure, Callus loves pretty ladies,” he drawled, that slightly cocky smile playing across his lips.

“Oh, do you bring pretty women to meet him often?”

His cheeks were beet red this time, “Oh, no I just, I—” he stammered.

“I’m just messing with you, Cowboy,” you chuckled.

“What about you? Do you save pieces of cornbread for everyone?” he shot back with a raised eyebrow.

“Can’t say I do,” you shrugged. “This is me,” you said stopping and gesturing over your shoulder at the small house.

“Well, thank ya for thinking of an old man like me. It means a lot to feel looked after,” he smiled warmly.

“I uh, I’d love you make you a proper country dinner one night. You can let me know your favorites, and I’ll see what I can do,” you somehow got out, unsure of where the sudden boldness had manifested from.

“I’d like that a whole lot,” he smiled. He drew your hand to his mouth and planted a kiss. His hands were calloused and hardened, but his lips were heavenly soft. “I’m gonna get that shower now.” He hesitated for a moment, “Would you like to come over for a cup of tea in say, half an hour?” he said shyly. “These mild nights won’t last, we can sit on the porch. Ellie might even play us a few songs.”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” you smiled and he retreated down the street. People were filing into their homes for the evening. Once on the other side of your own door, you leaned against it and let out a sigh. It had been a long time since you had done things for pleasure, your brain still defaulting to survival mode most days. You never thought you would feel butterflies uncurling their wings in the pit of your stomach again. Stretching their tired legs from years of dormancy. But there was that flutter, and you had a feeling it wasn’t going to end any time soon.

[bluebirdsboi]

Jesse Alphabet Fluff Headcanons | Jesse x GN Reader

Fandom: The Last of Us

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jesse x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Violence

Word Count: 2,176

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A - Admiration (What do they adore about you?)

Jesse loves your willingness to help and how hard-working you are. Whether it's helping out with day-to-day assignments around Jackson or checking in on everyone in group patrols, a smile always pulls at his lips when he sees you caring for others and pulling more than your own weight with no questions asked, even if it's a small one.

B - Body (What is their favorite part of your body?)

Jesse's favorite body part on you is your hips. He always rests his hands on them when he snakes his arm around you, when you're slow-dancing together, or when he's talking to you before you go on a patrol without him. Pretty much any moment with any level of intimacy, his hands will end up on your hips at some point.

C - Cuddling (How do they like to cuddle?)

After a particularly long day, Jesse wants nothing more than to just spoon you with his arms around your waist and his face buried in your neck. He also likes half-spooning on the couch with your head on his chest, and when you rest your head on his shoulder whenever you two are on patrols with just each other. Jesse just likes the feeling of protecting you. Even though he knows you can hold your own, it's his way of letting you know that he's there for you whenever you need him.

D - Dates (What does their ideal date with you look like?)

Jesse's ideal date with you would include him taking you to the diner for dinner and drinks and then going for a stroll around Jackson. With the cool air in the fall and winter months, he'd definitely hold you closer to him and maybe give you a small kiss on the nose as a small act to warm you up, even if it didn't do much. Afterward, the night would end with him taking you dancing or going back home to play board games, slow-dance in the living room, and cuddle on the couch in each other's arms until you fall asleep.

E - Emotions (How do they express their emotions to/around you?)

Jesse's emotions always show themself in his actions and are sometimes followed by words. Whether it's how he walks or carries out assignments, you can guess how he's feeling, especially with how he responds if you ask him about whatever it is he's feeling. When he's upset and needs time to process and calm down, he'll speak in shorter sentences and lean more into your touch after some time.

F - Family (Do they want one? If so, when?)

Eventually, Jesse would want to settle down and have a kid with you. It doesn't matter to him if your family is big or small, just as long as he's there with you. He always gets small visions of him being a cool dad and spending time with you and your child/children around Jackson. You'd also raise your kid(s) to see Ellie, Dina, Joel, Tommy, and Maria as their aunts and uncles.

G - Gifts (How do they feel about giving gifts? What are their gift giving habits?)

Jesse is a man of action, so when he does give you gifts, they're not the most extravagant and he doesn't really expect you to give him anything either. He still would be appreciative, it's just not an expectation he has. When he does get a gift for a special occasion, he does put thought into it and asks the people you're close with if you would like the gift he got before he actually gives it.

H - Hands (Do they like holding hands? When/How?)

Jesse likes to hold your hand in both calm and tense moments. When you're leisurely together, he'll lace his fingers with yours. Also, when one of you is preparing to go on patrol without the other, or you both barely make it out of a swarm of infected. No matter the situation, he likes holding your hand to ground himself and remind himself that you're still there.

I - Injury (How are they when you get hurt?)

If you get hurt, it's usually when you're out on patrol, which would raise panic and multiple questions, the main one being if you got infected. With that possibility alone, Jesse would get angry with himself even if what happened was out of his control because he feels at least partially responsible for keeping you safe. You'd have to reassure him that you're okay, no matter how badly you're beaten to keep him from beating himself up.

J - Jealousy (Do they get jealous? If so, how do they act?)

Jesse wouldn't really be the type to get jealous unless it looks like somebody is obviously flirting with you. He feels secure in your relationship, but when he does get jealous, he always gives whoever it is a death stare before actually talking to them. If he does end up talking to them, he'll try intimidating them to leave by asking them pointed questions in a hostile tone while either having his arm around your waist or standing between you and them with his arms folded.

K - Kiss (How do they like to kiss you?)

Jesse likes more private intimate kisses where his hands start on your waist and he strokes your lower back, maybe even wandering up to your face. He also likes it when you run your fingers through his hair or have a hand on his cheek. If your hand is on his cheek when the kiss breaks, then he'll also kiss your palm before giving one last peck on the lips. In public, though, if he kisses you is always a small peck on your forehead, cheek, lips, or the crown of your head. If one of you is about to leave for a patrol, though, it would last a little longer and he'd hug you with an arm around your waist and another around your shoulders before you or he left.

L - Love (Who said "I love you" first?)

He did when you came back from a patrol. You had been dating for almost two months and you had gotten pretty beat up while you were out. You didn't have any bite marks, but you couldn't leave Jackson for a while. Jesse insisted on helping you patch yourself up and when you were done was when it slipped out.

M - Marriage (What would a wedding with them look like?)

It would be a small wedding with only close family and friends there. Jesse would dress nicer than normal, and his mom would be there along with Ellie, Joel, Dina, Tommy, and Maria. All of Jackson doesn't need to be there for Jesse to say that he loves you and is willing to spend the rest of his life with you.

N - Nickel (Do they spoil you?)

Jesse may not shower you with gifts, but the ones he does give you always have meaning to either you or him. Whether it's him getting things for you or taking you out for the night, he makes sure that you know he's thinking of you.

O - Oddity (What is a quirk they have?)

Jesse is an animal lover. It started out with him hanging around with Ellie in the stables and branched out from there. If he stumbles across an animal when out on patrol, he'll feed it some of his food rations if he has any, or even play with it for a little if he's stuck at a lookout point and it wanders up to him. Because of this, he would also own a dog that he adores.

P - Pet Names (What do they like to call you?)

Jesse's favorite pet name for you would be "honey". He'll say it when you're at home settling in for the night, when he playfully hugs you from behind and kisses your neck and the shell of your ear, or when he's holding you close to him while cuddling. Sure, it's simple, but the way he says it never fails to put a smile on your face. He'd also shorten it to "hon" or call you "babe" in public.

Q - Quality Time (How do they like to spend time with you?)

Jesse loves to play board games with you. He gets a little competitive and loves to make playful bets with you every time. Other than that, Jesse also likes to take you out for dinner and dancing, sitting by a bonfire and holding you close to him, and lounging around the house with you every once in a while.

R - Romance (How do they like to show their affection?)

Jesse's love languages are acts of service and quality time, so he's willing to do almost anything for you and with you. It doesn't matter what you two are doing together, the only thing that matters to him is that you're there with him. He also finds it sweet when you do things for him just as much as when he does things for you.

S - Secrets (How open are they with you?)

Jesse shares everything with you. There may be the occasional tidbit that you might not know if you don't ask, but he doesn't keep anything from you that would break the foundation of your relationship. Jesse's the type of guy to lay everything out on the table within the first week and a half or two weeks of being together, so that you know exactly what you're getting into with him.

T - Time (How long did it take to get together?)

It would have taken at least a month and a half or two from when you first met. Both you and Jesse would be busy between patrols and assignments around Jackson, but you somehow would always find time to see each other. During the period of you two talking, Ellie would poke fun at Jesse for having feelings for you, and slightly breaking down his "cool guy" persona.

U - Upset (How do they comfort you?)

Jesse would always try to talk to you first to see what's upsetting you if he didn't already know and if you needed some time to yourself for a while before he did anything. When he's comforting you, he likes to hold you against his side or his chest and stroke your arm or back while he talks to you about what happened. He's also willing to get or do anything for you if it makes you feel better.

V - Vaunt (Do they like to show off? If so, what?)

When given the opportunity, Jesse always shows off his marksmanship. When he's on patrol with you and/or Ellie, she would end up challenging you and/or Jesse to see who can kill the most infected. Jesse and Ellie would always tie or one of them narrowly beat the other, and it leads to Ellie starting a playful argument and you off to the side shaking your head like a parent watching their kids bickering.

W - Warrior (How do they feel about you fighting?)

Jesse knows that you can hold your own, so he doesn't worry too much when you go out on patrol. There is always a thought in the back of his mind that makes him want to go with you every time you do a patrol without him, but he just sticks to reminding you and your patrol partner to come back if you get overwhelmed.

X - X-Ray (How well can they read you?)

Jesse can tell what you're feeling with a good level of accuracy. He never outwardly assumes what you might be feeling, but he is accustomed to your body language and responds accordingly. His response isn't always vocal such as when you're shaken up or nervous and he holds your hand without saying anything.

Y - Yes (How do they propose to you?)

You and Jesse had just finished eating at the diner and were on your way to your house. When you reached the doorstep of your house and the point where Jesse would usually kiss you goodnight, he started recounting all that you have been through together and saying how much he loved you. You had an idea of where his speech was going, but you still teared up when he got on one knee and asked you to marry him. When you said yes, he did have a feeling of disbelief and asked if you really meant it before giving you the most passionate kiss he could. Instead of him going home, the rest of the night was spent fondly pondering what the rest of your lives would look like together in each other's arms.

Z - Zen (What makes them feel calm?)

Jesse always feels less tense every time that you're around him. His favorite part of the day is getting home in the evening and holding you close to him. Just knowing that you're there and will always be there is enough for him to calm down.

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A/N: I literally haven't posted in a year, I know. My personal life has gone through some pretty big changes and it's still not over, but regardless thank you if you are still here. I closed my requests for now because I just have so many drafts from past requests and my own ideas but you can still show support with likes and reblogs. My taglist is still open, so if you want to be added just send me a DM or a message to my inbox. Also, the first chapter of my The Last of Us fanfic is up on my second blog as well as my AO3 and Wattpad and I'm currently also working on the next chapter, so I appreciate it if you checked that out.

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[andvys]

Longing (part 2)

Warnings: angst, Ellie is very mean in this one, self doubt, reader feeling worthless

Pairing: Ellie Williams x reader, mentions of Dina x reader

A couple of weeks went by since the dance and you started to warm up a little to Ellie, you were still your usual self just a bit nicer. Ellie enjoyed this side of you, she thought about Jesse’s words, maybe there was a chance that you actually liked her at least Ellie hoped you did.

The weather got significantly colder. Ellie and Jesse were currently riding on their horses, through the snow. She noticed he was a little closed off today, not talking much, he seemed sad.

Once they got to the cabin they planned on taking a break in, they got off their horses and walked inside. Jesse checked if the place was safe. Making sure no one got inside.

Ellie sat down on the couch watching him curiously, trying to read him. She wondered if it had something to do with Dina, those two did have the tendency to break up only to get together again a few weeks later.

Jesse could feel Ellie’s eyes on him, sighing he sat down next to her.

“Dina broke up with me last week.” He said, looking down at his hands. Ellie wasn’t surprised at this.

“And you’ll get together again.” Ellie laughed. “You guys break up all the time, I give you guys two weeks until you’re back together.” She said patting his shoulder.

Jesse started shaking his head at that. “Yeah I don’t think so, she’s been spending time with (y/n) lately.”

“So? They’re best friends.” Ellie said, looking at him, confused as to why it was a problem that you and Dina were hanging out.

“Best friends who used to date.” Jesse said.

“Wait what? (Y/n) and Dina? I- wh- how?” Now she was even more confused, when did that happen? She never heard about that. Already feeling jealous without knowing the details.

“That was a long time ago. I mean they weren’t official or anything but yeah they were kinda dating I guess but that was before you came to Jackson.” Jesse said.

“And now you’re worried about (y/n) taking Dina away from you?” She hated to ask him this.

“We aren’t together anymore so she wouldn’t be taking her from me but I saw them together yesterday and she was hugging Dina and it looked like they kissed too.” That hurt. Ellie always dreaded the day you would meet someone and fall in love but why did it have to be Dina. Of course it had to be her, Dina was gorgeous and you’ve known each other forever. Of course you would choose her.

Ellie felt dumb, how could she ever consider that you could feel something for her, hating herself for believing Jesse when he told her that you probably had feelings for her, a few weeks ago. Clearly you didn’t and you were just waiting for the right moment to swoop Dina away. She hated you for making her feel this way, not that you were aware of her feelings but still. She was angry at you, why have you been this nice to her the past few weeks? She was hoping your change of behavior towards her was a sign that you liked her, she was so happy but now she was mad and angry.

“I’m sorry Ellie, I know you like her.” Jesse said getting up he walked towards the small window in the kitchen area, looking out.

Ellie looked down, thinking about this whole situation. She dreaded the next day already. You were paired for patrol together and at first she was excited for a whole day alone with you but now she was anything but excited.

The next day you were waiting for Ellie, standing outside in the cold by your horse, you were trying to warm your hands by rubbing them together. Finally seeing Ellie coming your way, you got on your horse waiting. She came up beside you with her own horse.

“Hey Williams.” You gave her a small smile.

“Hi.” She gave you a curd nod, looking away quickly.

Finding it a bit weird, she’d usually give you at least three sarcastic comments before you even got the chance to say anything. You tried to not think into it too much. She was probably just tired, it was pretty early.

After about an hour of patrolling, you heard the dreading noise of clicking behind one of the buildings you were riding by. You and Ellie gave each other a look, staying quiet you both got off your horses.

Quietly you walked towards the sound with Ellie right behind you, motioning her to stay quiet you counted the infected, there were about six of them. You could easily handle them.

“There’s six of them.” You whispered, looking back at her. “You take the ones on the side I’ll take the ones in the middle.” you ordered.

“Alright.” She gave you a nod before tip toeing closer to them to get a better shot. Not looking where she was going she accidentally kicked a glass bottle away, the sound alerting the clickers. “Ugh fuck.” Ellie grumbled, annoyed at herself.

Getting both of your guns out of your thigh holsters, you quickly shot two of the clickers that came too close to her, grabbing her arm you ran back trying to keep distance from those ugly things. Ellie shot one clicker with her rifle. Leaving three now, she put a few bullets into the other two, leaving the last one for you, she gave you a cocky smirk. Rolling your eyes at her you kept eye contact, shooting the last one without looking at it. Now it was her turn to roll her eyes making you smile.

“Nothing better than killing some infected in the morning.” Ellie snorted at that.

“Yeah right.”

Starting to walk back to your horses you rounded the corner of the building only to have a single runner attack you, catching you off guard. You fell down with it on top of you trying to keep it from biting you.

“(Y/n)!” Ellie screamed running towards you kicking the runner off you, shooting it a few times. “Oh my god, are you okay?!” She grabbed your hands pulling you up. Putting her hands on your face she studied you.

“I- yeah it didn’t get me.” Looking back at her, you noticed the worried look on her face.

“I’m fine Ellie, I’ve had worse, it just caught me off guard.” You reassured her.

“Alright let’s keep moving.” She said, taking her hands off your face, avoiding looking at you.

She got back to her horse, with you right behind her.

After a few hours you decided it was time for a break. You went into one of the safe houses, Ellie wrote your names into the journal.

Getting your backpack off, you sat down on the chair by the table, putting your head in your hands you sighed.

Ellie sat down opposite of you. “You okay?.”

Looking up at her you studied her face for a second “yeah just a little tired, didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Oh why’s that?”

“I stayed at Dina’s place.” Right. She didn’t even want to think about what you were doing. Ellie felt herself getting angry again, she decided to change the topic real quick before she’d say something she’d regret later on.

The rest of the patrol went by smoothly and you just got back to Jackson, both bringing your horses back to the stables.

“So what are you doing today?” You asked Ellie, walking out once you gave your horses off to the stable workers.

“Not much you?” Hoping your answer wasn’t going to be Dina related.

“Dinas coming over.” Of course.

Now she was really annoyed, she huffed rolling her eyes. You noticed that, confused about her reaction “is something wrong?” You asked.

“Nope everything is perfect.”

“Stop lying, I noticed the annoyed look on your face back at the house already when I mentioned Dina.”

Ellie stopped walking, looking at you.

“Jesse told me about you guys.”

Confused, you didn’t know what she was talking about.

“What do you mean?” You asked her.

She let out a laugh.

“He saw you and Dina kissing.” She said aggressively.

“I- what?!” Why did Jesse say that, you did not kiss her. He must’ve misunderstood something.

“I didn’t kiss Dina.”

“Yeah right, you think I believe you over Jesse?”

“What has gotten into you? Even if I did kiss her what’s it to you?” You were getting angry now, you were accused of something you didn’t do and even if you did why did she treat you like you did something horrible.

“Jesse is my best friend and he’s hurt cause Dina broke up with him probably because of you.” She started walking away.

“Oh my god, this is ridiculous.” This made her turn around looking at you.

“No you are ridiculous no wait- actually you’re a home wrecker that’s what you are. You were just waiting for them to break up didn’t you? Right when Jesse is out of the picture you go and swoop Dina away not even giving them a chance to figure things out.” She said angrily, this really wasn’t her. You have never seen her like that.

You couldn’t believe her, she didn’t even give you a chance to talk. Shaking your head you turned to leave not wanting to hear any of the crap she was throwing at you. Clearly she was in a bad mood and she decided to take it out on you.

“You’re just a distraction you know that right?!” Stopping at her words you turned around, even though there was nothing going on between you and Dina you still wanted to hear what she had to say to you, wanting to know what the girl thought of you.

“You’re a distraction and a replacement for Jesse just like you’re the replacement for me with Joel. Do you really think Dina would want you? Or that Joel had some sort of fatherly feelings for you? I was gone so he filled in the gap with you.” She threw these words at you without even considering the damage they would cause.

You looked at her with a hurt expression. Already feeling the sadness coming back up. But Ellie was far from done.

“No one wants you (y/n), no one fucking wants you and no one needs you. Do you really think that anyone would choose you if they could have anyone else but you?!” Ellie told herself to stop but she couldn’t, she was so angry at you even though you did nothing wrong. How could she tell you that no one wanted you when she was the one who wanted you the most.

You stood there taken aback by her. No one has ever hurt you like that just with words, not even your own father and you always thought he was horrible. No. This side of Ellie was horrible. What have you done to her to deserve this? You could feel your bottom lip trembling and your eyes were filled with tears, blinking them away.

“You-.” Not letting her hurt you more you interrupted her.

“Shut. Up. Literally shut up. You have no idea what you’re talking about. I never kissed Dina there’s nothing going on between her and I. Even if I had feelings for her, which I don’t. I would never act on them, Jesse is my friend I would never get between them and hurt him. I’m not looking to replace anyone. Like you just said no one wants me so how I could I replace anyone in the first place?” You said, angrily wiping your tears away.

“How could you accuse Joel of replacing you with me when you were the one who abandoned him? You were like a daughter to him and you left him for whatever stupid reason you had. This man would’ve done anything for you and you just pushed him away from you. Do you really think anyone could replace you? Let alone me? Be a little bit more grateful for the people that care about you and start appreciating them before they get taken away from you and stop focusing on unimportant things Williams.” Not giving her a chance at saying anything you glanced at her one last time before walking away, leaving her standing there alone. Feeling the tears streaming down your face, you rushed home. Ellie really hurt you. You two have never been on good terms but she has never said anything this hurtful towards you, especially not like that.

Ellie watched you leave. Realizing all the things she just said to you, she ran a hand down her face sighing “fuck.” She wiped a single tear away. Regretting all the bullshit she just threw at you she knew she fucked up, real bad.

Once you got home, you shut the door, leaning against it you were breathing heavily, sliding down you started crying even harder.

Replaying Ellie’s words in your head, you were reminded of your father. How he always made it clear that you were unwanted, you were nothing but a burden to him, he left you damaged but having Joel and Dina helped you. They made you feel like you were important, like you deserved to be loved but Ellie just crushed all of that. She made you doubt yourself again, leaving you feeling worthless.

You know that if it was anyone else telling you this you’d tell them to go screw themselves but Ellie had a different effect on you, having her hurt you like this hurt you more than you wanted to admit. You didn’t expect this day to turn out this way. Thinking back to how excited you were in the morning to actually spend some time alone with Ellie you almost started laughing, knowing how Ellie actually felt about you hurt bad.

You could never look at her the same again, she made her hatred towards you pretty clear today. You two have never been close but you felt like it was getting a little better lately. How wrong you were. Where would you go from here?

[sunjaesol]

my sweet romantic teenage nights

juke | high school + diner au | title: scenes from an italian restaurant // billy joel

Magenta’s Palace was an artefact from the glorious American Dream; a fluorescent gem wrapped in that 60s architecture and old-fashioned uniforms. It was also the hang-out spot of most LF Arts students, right in the heart of Los Feliz and on most kids’ path.  

Luke used to roll his eyes at the place, thinking it was corny and certainly not the place a punk-rocker like him would go… until he tasted their gnarly waffles. And burgers. And milkshakes. His love for good food trumped his desire for street cred and ended up like the rest of his peers: a regular at MP.

Alex and Reggie never had qualms with it. The former was rather happy Luke got over himself and Reggie was simply pleased to spend more time with his friends. It became tradition to eat there every Friday after school. Sometimes they stayed until the early hours of the night talking, sometimes it was to fuel up before a gig.

Settling in their booth (theirs - Luke has made sure to carve the underside of the table with their names), Luke sighed contently. “Boys, this gig is gonna be fire.”

“I still don’t know how you convinced the guys at Raven’s Nest,” Alex mused, glancing around for a waitress in a candycane-coloured uniform.

Reggie nodded gravely. “Yeah, they’re scary.”

“Used my charm,” he smirked. “Dialled it up like I always do.”

The blonde snorted. “Sure.”

Luke’s face crashed. “Fine. I used our fake’s when he didn’t believe we were eighteen.”

His friends grinned, Alex snapping his fingers. “There it is.”

The chipper Nora glided towards them, slaloming between tables with her notebook. Alex’ remark didn’t bother him, crossing his arms with a shrug. “Does it matter? I got us in. They’re gonna love us. Nay! They’re gonna eat this set up!”

“You better be right - hi, Nora - cause it’s a bar for bikers. Real ass bikers,” Alex replied, shooting Nora a smile.

“Hello, boys,” she greeted, her signature red hair tied in a messy bun. Reg used to have a crush on her when they first visited, until they realised she was twenty-three and in a committed relationship with a guy from USC studying medicine. Yeah, he had no shot. Luke had to console him by buying five chocolate shakes and blasting Elvis Presley in the car.

Despite this, Reggie still had a soft spot for her, smiling kindly at the waitress. “Our usual, please.”

The notebook got tucked in her apron with a bright nod. “Coming right up!”

As Nora swiftly returned behind the glossy bartop, parlaying the order to the kitchen, the entrance opened. The bell above chimed, three girls appearing beneath it.

Oh, shit.

When Luke enrolled into LF Arts as a green fourteen year old, he had planned to only focus on music and nothing else. He’d blaze through his classes and become the best in music and then, with his obsessive nature at a peak, would launch the band into the next stratosphere. That was the plan. Music, music, music. (And food from Magenta’s.)

Fourteen year old Luke wasn’t aware girls like Julie Molina existed though. That changed on the first day. She came to the front of the class, blew everyone away with a Taylor Swift cover and shot a toothy smile when she finished - like it was nothing. Like she didn’t have the voice of the century. (Like she wouldn’t mess with Luke’s plans of becoming the best, damn it!) Though his initial reaction was envy, he quickly realised it was rather a disgruntled crush than actual dismay.

She was cute. Still cute. After every summer break, he expected her to be less pretty so that his nerves could calm down for once. Nope. Julie Molina was pretty as hell.

He has never seen her here on Friday’s. Why now? Why now when they were mentally preparing themselves for a gig that could get them their asses kicked if they didn’t perform well? Luke needed to focus! Not think about where she’d sit and what she’d talk about and what she was going to eat.

His eyes tracked as Julie, Flynn and Kayla were in busy conversation, barely aware of their surroundings. Her head rolled back in a laugh at something Flynn said, eyes shut in glee. Luke flushed red, averting his gaze to the scratched up table. His friends were snickering, Alex muttering a ‘Jesus…’ under his breath.

Luke snapped his arm. “Stop being a dick.”

“Why don’t you just ask her out?”, Reggie pondered, absentmindedly making origami with the thin napkins.

“I think he needs to talk to her first to do that,” Alex teased before Luke could respond, earning another glare.

It wasn’t like he and Julie never spoke. They were seniors, they had multiple classes together and spent many hours cooped in the same music classroom. He was even part of her group project in junior year! They’ve talked! But it never lead to anything, his lingering stares falling for her oblivious profile, her never once looking back at him.

The connection Luke always craved hasn’t been there, though he always felt like they could have that. Musical spirits were alike, right? At least his crush wasn’t as hopeless as Reggie’s on Nora.

The girls chose a booth right next to theirs, Julie in his direct line of sight. Alex was buzzing in his seat from stifled laughter, visibly trying to not turn his head and address them. The guitarist felt like dying, not even the steaming plates of burgers set in front of them enough to lift his mood.

Luke leaned forward, voice a hiss. “I can talk to her. I just… haven’t felt the need to.”

Reggie patted his shoulder sympathetically. “It’s okay, buddy. You don’t have to lie to us.”

Frustration began simmering his skin, the scowl deepening. He wasn’t lying! Maybe a little! He’s been waiting for the right time to approach her, say and do the right thing to sweep her off her feet like the fucking rockstar he was. Had he been preparing his lines since he was fourteen? Also maybe. They were being revised.

Alex often told him he shouldn’t put Julie on a pedestal. That she was just a girl. It made him wonder if he was the only one that first day of high school that felt it. That awestruck whooping in his chest from seeing her curls dance around her almond eyes and hear how each lyric was laced with a passionate smile. Even at fourteen was he aware of how special that was. Julie wasn’t just a girl. She was the coolest girl he’s ever met and he didn’t even know her that well. He couldn’t imagine actually becoming friends with her, uncovering all facets of her personality and not get overwhelmed by her Julie-ness.

Huh. His crush went deeper than he thought. Yikes.

At the end of the day, Luke could admit that he was simply a teenage boy nervous to talk to a girl. ‘Nervous’ was like a curse word to him though, that admission a secret he’d take with him to the grave.

“Eh,” Alex quipped, egging him on. “Luke’s a terrible liar. He doesn’t have to tell us for us to know it’s true.”    

His hands slammed down on the table, words spouting from his lips. “Girls! Can we get your napkin dispenser?!”

Fucking fantastic, Luke.

All three perked up in surprise, Flynn twisting in her booth to curl her nose and tilt her head. “Why?”

“It’s empty,” he bluffed.

Kayla craned her neck and instantly caught Reggie’s handiwork scattered across the table. “No, it’s not.”

Julie sat next to her, blinking in confusion. “Why do you need our napkins?”

Her smooth voice directed right at him caused a thrill up his spine, a grin involuntarily tugging on his lips. “Cause Reggie needs them for his crafts.” Playing along, the bassist lifted a janky frog with a wink. “I’m very dedicated.”

She matched Luke’s smile, amused. It was the most interaction he has had with her in months, the utter euphoria of it all bursting at the seams. Propelled by her smile, he slid out the booth and into Alex’ side, throwing his arms over the seat right next to Flynn’s head. The girl remained deeply unimpressed by him, gaze flicking past his physique. Damn. If he ever wanted to get anywhere with Julie, he had to get in Flynn’s good grazes. Kayla seemed chill though.

“What’s with the frown, Felicity?”, he joked.

Kayla giggled at the mention of Flynn’s actual name, the girl in question rolling her eyes. “All I’m wondering is why you have to bother us about napkins, Lukas.”

“Flynn,” Julie shook her head with an exasperated grin, “maybe wait for your strawberry shake? I think you’re being hangry.”

Her friend loosened up, sinking back in her seat with a playful pout and mumbling a resigned ‘fine.’

Luke took that as his sign to continue. His gaze fell back on Julie, hoping he wouldn’t sound too eager. “You guys come here a lot? I haven’t seen you here on Friday’s.”

“Who’re you asking?”, Julie asked, looking between her and Kayla. Oh, man. Small talk really wasn’t his forte. He couldn’t charm himself out of this one with music jargon or fake IDs.

His smile turned stressed, flailing his hand around. “Uh, all of you.”

“Sure,” Flynn snorted.

Alex slapped a hand on his mouth at her retort, almost in pain of not laughing his ass off. The prize of ‘Worst Friends Ever’ went to Luke’s - for fuck’s sake, couldn’t the drummer at least try and help him out?!

“Just wanted to celebrate Kayla’s good mark on her new song,” Julie continued, wilfully ignoring the other’s behaviour. Slinging an arm around her friend, she shot her a bright smile. “Her bridge was amazing, right?”  

All three boys nodded fervently as Kayla ducked her head bashfully, murmuring a ‘thank you’ and then relieved from all the attention when Nora walked up to them. Luke’s body didn’t twist to sit normally again, too invested in finally speaking to them, finally having that contact, that he didn’t even care if he seemed like a weirdo. Julie and him! Conversing!

“Speaking of music,” he casually uttered when Nora was off again. His signature smirk crawled on his lips. “We’re playing a gig tonight.”

This peaked Flynn’s interest. Perhaps the prospect of food made her more amicable. “Where?”

“Raven’s Nest,” Reggie proudly proclaimed.

Kayla frowned, worried. “Isn’t that the bar with all the bikes outside?”

“Thank you!”, Alex exclaimed with a sigh. “It’s insane!”

“It’s not,” Luke bit back. If Sunset Curve wanted to make it big, they had to play big! Gigs like these would get them on the stages they dreamed of. Soon, it was goodbye, Raven’s Nest and hello, The Orpheum! “Real Californians go there to hear real fucking music.”

To his surprise, Julie hummed in agreement. “My dad says it used to be where the subculture kids hung out before MP got cool.”

“Yes!” His grin was huge now, overflowing with joy. This was enough adrenaline to get him through three gigs at once! His finger pressed into the cracked leather. “Exactly! And we’re gonna slay it. You should come watch!”

The latter blurted out without wanting to, his eyes growing wide in panic as Reggie and Alex stilled in their seats and Flynn peered up at him with laser-focus. Shit. Was he telling on himself? Did she pierce through the charisma that this was just a poor attempt at flirting? God, he really should’ve prepared his speech for impulsive moments like these.

Luke still needed to endure some growing pains before he got good at flirting.

Julie chuckled, a hint of red appearing on her cheekbones. It enthralled him. Was she embarrassed or flattered? “Uh,” she bit her lip, “I don’t know if I can get in. Don’t you have to be eighteen?”

He raised his brow. “C’mon, you don’t have a fake?” At those words, Alex dropped his head on the table with a thud. Luke had enough of his own shit too. ‘Mortified’ didn’t even come close to how he felt about his blabbering mouth.  

Levelling his challenged look, however, he realised he wasn’t lost quite yet. Julie’s eyes glittered with mischief. “I do, actually.”

Breath caught in his throat. Yup. Coolest fucking girl in the universe. Julie Molina had a killer voice and a fake ID and probably did a whole lot of other dope stuff he hadn’t found out yet.

“Julie,” Flynn but in. “It’s a biker bar.”

“Where our classmates are playing,” she argued. “I can always try.”

“You’ll die.”

“I think I’ll be fine. Like Luke said-” No. She could not say his name and expect him to keep his cool. His fingers gripped the conjoined couch tighter. “-everyone’s there for the music.”

A careful smile slowly grew on Kayla. “We can tell your dad you’re with us.”

Flynn gaped at her. “We-?! I- okay.” Lifting her hands in surrender, she added: “Fine, we’ll tell Ray you’re at the movies with us.”

Wait, was Julie turning down a movie night with her friends to see him play? Did that mean something? Has he been so focused on trying to find or create a ‘vibe’ that he forgot to actually look for signs of her own? Damn. Now he really couldn’t screw this set up. Sunset Curve was gonna play until their hands bled, hopefully impressing her just a little bit.

It was settled then. After both groups had eaten, Julie separated from hers and joined them on their trek to Raven’s Nest. She was mostly talking to Reggie behind Alex and Luke, animatedly recounting a story about Carlos nearly crashing his drone in her keyboard. Jitters began to tingle his skin, that building excitement right before a gig mixing with Julie’s presence. It felt like one of his dreams materialised out of thin air.

How many times has he dreamt about catching her eye in the crowd as he crooned love songs he never dared to write? Granted, those dreams were centered in a hazier setting, Raven’s Nest quite unromantic opposed to that, but he would take what he got.

(And after, they’d worm their way through the masses of people, meeting halfway, and she’d sling her arms around his neck and he’d pull her into a kiss and it’d be electric. She’d kiss like she sang. It was a recurring dream that left him in a good mood for hours.)

Without much hesitance, the bouncer let Julie in. Luke, unable to keep his giddiness at bay, squeezed her shoulder as a dazzling beam was glued to his cheeks. Julie got in! Julie was going to see him play!

Raven’s Nest was expectedly filled with bearded, burly men. It reeked of beer and strong liquor, raucous chatter spilling from ever corner. They all probably looked like babies in comparison to these dudes, but he supposed his unfaltering confidence made up for it. Luke would get his boys (and Julie) through this. The stage was already prepared for them, amps and mics set up, Alex’ drums waiting in Reggie’s van behind the establishment.

“I’ve seen you play before, you know,” Julie mumbled beside him.

His heart soared without trying, its rate going a mile a minute as his jaw fell slack. All his nerves intensified till a blush crept on his cheeks. “You- you have?”

Her curious eyes flitted from the people to him, sheepish. “Yeah. At Ecliptica. You guys were good.”

A clammy hand raked the ends of his hair. Holy fucking shit. “You sounded like you never heard us before.”

“I didn’t want to seem like a fangirl, or something.” A secretive smile formed on her lips as she leaned into his side. “You know how school is. Everyone trying to be the best, but then act super casual about it?” Her eyes sparked in the yellow lighting, too close for him to think straight. “I didn’t want it to inflate you guys’ egos.”

Luke sputtered out a disbelieving laugh. “You’re doing it right now, Julie.”

“Then you better kill it,” she teased, nodding at Alex and Reggie hauling the drums onstage from the back door. “I think that’s your cue.”

There were two things he thought of right as he ascended the stage.

One, Julie was fat better at this whole back and forth than he was.

Two, he had to direct at least one song to her from their thirty minute set. Just one. Just so that his feelings might come across. Where words ended, music bled from his soul instead.

And so, the band exploded into what they knew best: burning the fucking house down.

So we’re taking the long way home 'Cause I don’t wanna be wasting my time alone I wanna get lost and drive forever with you Talking 'bout nothing, yeah, whatever, baby So we’re taking the long way home tonight We're taking the long way home

The giggly teenagers ended back in the diner after the incredible gig, shouting from the adrenaline and jostling arms to get points across. Even Julie joined in, much to his delight, tucked between him and the wall as she had a heated debate with an excited Reggie - harmonies versus basslines. Lemonades filled in condensed glasses gave them sticky fingers, hers once pushing his chin away when he told a particularly dumb joke and leaving an imprint. Luke was on fucking cloud nine.    

Taking the upper hand in the debate, Julie sang a bit of one of their songs (“Let's seize the day, let's run away, don't let the colours fade to grey!”) with all the tricks in the book, silencing Reggie just like that. Alex high fived Julie, the bassist admitting she won this time. Deeply relishing the sound of her singing voice, Luke barely caught what she was saying after.

“This time?”, she laughed. “There’s another time?”

“Why not?” Reggie wiggled his brows, unsubtle as hell when he shot Luke a wink. “Diner Friendship Memories Still To Be Made!”

Alex blinked. “What?”

Her eyes tracked past the boys, the smile turning more timid. It settled on Luke, the boy unable and unwilling to look away. He wanted this night to never end. Clasping her lemonade, she nodded firmly, as if signing Reggie’s silly Friendship Contract.

“Yeah… why not.”

Magenta’s Palace became Luke favourite place in the entire world. Every Friday, Julie joined the boys at their booth, sometimes Kayla and Flynn too. Huddled in those red leather seats with mountains of fries, they shared the first slivers of newfound friendship. Luke has always been very cautious about who he let in his circle (Sunset Curve against The World), but six people in a booth felt cosy rather than suffocating. Like it was always to be like this.

Reggie found an equally enthusiastic jazz lover in Kayla. Alex confided with Flynn that he followed her playlists on Spotify and was obsessed with her DJ skills.  

Luke and Julie created their own bubble without trying to.

It was weird. Maybe Alex was right and Luke did put her on a pedestal for so long. Julie was genuinely chill and easy to talk to, probably turned off by him before cause he had been acting like a blubbering idiot. Simply being himself was, surprisingly, more than enough for her. It lit a fire inside of him. Snarky banter about music that challenged him to keep up, overt flirting from him that kept her blushing, sudden ideas about lyrics that threw either for a loop. He wouldn’t admit it at first, but she made him a better songwriter.

Who knew his best songs would be found on stained paper napkins?  

One Friday night, long past midnight, the group stood outside as they bid each other a good weekend. Bathed in the pink glow of the LED lights, Luke felt it in his gut. He had to tell her. These past weeks his feelings had only grown tenfold, this incessant buzz rippling every atom of his body whenever she was close. Whenever she smiled, talked, sang. Stealing his beanie, eating his fries, sharing AirPods. Luke loved it all.  

It was a lot more than a simple crush.  

After Julie hugged Alex, Luke grabbed her into a tight hug. She instantly responded, wrapping her arms around his waist and burrowing herself in his red hoodie. His infatuated smile was hidden by her curls, so fucking happy he’d been impulsive enough to ask for a dispenser that day.

“Hey, Julie,” he whispered.

She looked up, eyes alight with an emotion that left his shivering. “Yeah?”

“Uh…” A smile trembled on his lips, unsure whether he wanted to drown in the pretty brown of her irises or continue talking. Now or never. “You wanna get breakfast tomorrow? With me?”

He didn’t have to live in the fear for long, a smile stretching across her cheeks as she shyly nodded. It was the first time he’d ever seen her this flustered, their hold on each other securing with quiet glee. Had he not been so mesmerised, the awestruck Luke would run a mile from the adrenaline rush.  

“Yeah,” she grinned, nose scrunched. “Sounds fun.”

They found themselves in the same spot the next day, the taste of syrupy pancakes melting with his as he kissed her on the parking lot of Magenta’s Palace. Julie’s lips curled into a smile and Luke figured there was no better feeling in the world then that.

(Yeah, he could get used to this.)

Saturday’s mornings had never been sweeter.  

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

@blush-and-books @willexx @bluefirewrites @unsaid-emily @ourstarscollided

[roryjackson-archived]

Rory & Noah: the falling in love mixtape (lactose intolerants pls be safe, it’s cheesy)

"is your bedroom ceiling bored?" - Sody & Cavetown  ⋆  "i stay up late and i talk to the moon, and i can't stop telling him all about you. wonder if you do the same thing i do. i get up early and talk to the sun, i ask her for guidance but she ain't got none. wonder if you do the same thing i do, i hope you do."

Oh boy oh boy. I associate this song with the period of time when Rory was realizing that she had feelings for Noah, but thought that he was still in love with Kitty. And Noah was... oblivious and self deprecating so he figured there was no way she liked him back. I love the visual of Rory alone in her room, agonizing over whether to tell him how she feels, little does she know that Noah’s doing the same thing.

"Vulnerable" - CJ Starnes  ⋆  "you're dancing in ballrooms like, nothing can hurt you, right? you're smiling right through me,  i feel vulnerable. you're breathing the ocean air, i'm running my fingers through your hair. i'd follow you anywhere, it's vulnerable."  ⋆  "come over, i'm lonely, i want you to hold me. if it's just one more time, it'll be alright. but stick around if you'd like, we'll build a life if you like."  ⋆  "just us on late night talks, just us on morning walks, just us. just us."

THIS. SONG. A lot of it just sounds like Rory to me, like the singer is describing this little weirdo floating around with her heart on her sleeve, vulnerable in every situation because she doesn’t know any other way to be. That’s exactly who Rory is, even if it gets her hurt. And she’s slowly pulling Noah in and making him feel vulnerable too as he starts to fall for her. a;ldsfkj;aslj  And ofc, the idea of her wanting Noah too, wanting them to be an us. ugh. this song gives me many emotions don’t look at me.  

"This Could Be" - Joel Ansett  ⋆  "i see you lying next to me and i'm collecting memories so good, they'll never leave my brain. / this could be better than i ever dreamed."

In my head this one is Noah and Rory when they spent so much time holed up in his room at the beginning of their relationship. Sometimes working on the murder board, lying on the floor sorting through newspaper clippings, but also sneaking through windows to spend the night in each each others’ arms. They strike me as the kind of gross couple that would just look at each other with a kind of awe, like they’re trying to soak up every moment together. A future opening up before them, of what they could be to each other. Everything they might become. 

"When the Right One Comes Along" - Clare Bowen & Sam Palladio  ⋆  "there's no music, no confetti, crowds don't cheer, and bells don't ring. but you know it, i can guarantee, when the right one comes along."  ⋆  "what they're thinking, what you're feeling, you no longer have to guess. all those questions, finally put to rest, when the right one comes along."

Even though Noah and Kitty weren’t technically together, she was his first love, and Rory’s high school boyfriend was her first love. They both had something before they found each other, but it absolutely blows Rory away how different this feels to her. Like it’s right in a way that her relationship with Tyler (cannot believe I finally had to name him smh) never was, even though it didn’t ever feel wrong at the time. And Ror is a moony eyed dreamer gal, so you kNOW that the first night they kissed she felt like all the pieces came together and something clicked that she’d never felt before. because she’s literally eighteen and gross. i hate her. <3 

@thewriter-noah 

[tlou-1]

Joel x Reader (Home) - Chapter 12

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6| Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13| Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 TBA

Chapter 12 - Big News (You share your news with your family and receive some bigs news of your own + wedding) 

Thankfully it didn’t appear your ankle or foot was severely damaged but the doctor had asked you to avoid putting weight on it and to revisit her in two weeks for a final once over. More importantly your family were elated by your and Joel’s news, Molly couldn’t believe you were actually settling down after all these years, the same for Tommy with Joel. The things about Jackson is, they tried to celebrate things as much as possible. It often gave people something to look forward to and revel in something joyful... in saying that these things could potentially get bigger than needed. 

A couple days later after the proposal, Joel and you are sat opposite each other on the sofa one afternoon, your legs resting a top of his enjoying the peaceful cosy day. You were looking at him for sometime, mulling over how you wanted to marry Joel Miller but in a way that suited you both. “Joel?” You say softly, he looks up from the book he was reading “hmm?” He replies his mind slowly rejoining the real world. 

“What if we were to get married soon?” You ask, pulling his book down further away from his face. 

“How soon?” He asks now looking at you. 

“In a week or two?” You shrug trying to suggest it as casually as possible. You explain your logic, in that the longer you leave it, the more things will get out of hand and people would have time to prepare. Neither of you were the big wedding type and neither wanted a fuss. Something simple in the church with a small group of people was more than enough.

“Damn - why didn’t I think of that?” He chuckles. 

“So you agree? Something simple, in the church just over a week from now? Say next Sunday?” you smile.

“Sounds perfect” he sighs and goes back to reading his book. 

The plan is simple, a small wedding in the church with your family and friends. Joel was to borrow a shirt and tie from Tommy and you planned on wearing the one dress you owned, it was not formal but it was the best you could do. Molly however had another plan for your dress, a few nights before the big day, you, Ellie and Joel had joined Molly and Jesse for dinner. At the end of the meal Molly stood up from the table and announced she had something to show you and Ellie and that the boys would have to keep themselves occupied in the meantime. In her spare room on the bed lay a dress, it was a cream sheath gown very simple and classic. 

“I need you to try it on so I can fit it properly to you” Molly said as she tied up her hair. 

“How did you - did you make this?” You ask overwhelmed. 

“Tried to, I have always been a dab hand with a needle and I had some help from the girls in town. We couldn't find any white material but I think this is pretty close. Even had some lace left over from a curtain to make a veil”. You couldn’t help but pull her into your arms and thank her. You didn’t want anything fancy but you did have to admit the thought of being so underdressed at your own wedding had been daunting.

The day before your wedding, you found Joel in the bathroom with a razor exceedingly close to his jaw. 

“Oh no - is the thought of marrying me really so bad or are you just worried about Tommy’s speech?” You sigh over dramatically, peering your head into the bathroom. Joel has a bit of a chuckle but goes back to focusing on the task at hand. 

“I am actually trying to shave this thing before tomorrow” he says inching closer to the mirror for a better look. He seems defeated when you approach him and slowly take the blade from his hand, “Please don’t” you smile up at him, running your hand along the ruff hair on his jaw.

“Why not? Everyone else is telling me I should. That I should be clean shaved for the day” he gruffs.

“Because, I want my husband to look like Joel Miler” you say giving him a kiss before putting the blade away in a drawer.

“Plus you look sexy with a beard” you joke as he playfully taps your ass as you leave the room.

“Trust it to start snowing on the one day I put on a dress” you joke standing in the hallway of the church. Everyone else except you and Jesse were seated, Maria had decided to set a few round tables out for friends and neighbours to sit, with your and Joel’s family seated together at the front on a long table. 

“You know most people would think that was romantic” Jesse laughed placing your arm in the crook of his. He asked if you were ready, ‘To marry Joel? Of course. To have everyone looking at me? Absolutely not’ you thought but you nodded and made your way into the church hall. The room had been adorned with fairy lights and kept simple like you had asked. 

After the short service you and Joel sat side by side while members of you family celebrated with you. As Tommy got up to give his speech which Joel had insisted he did not have to give, you took Joel’s hand under the table “Just relax, how bad could it be?”. Turns out pretty bad, even cracking jokes about Joel’s first wedding years ago that just didn't quite land but that somehow made it all the more funny. 

Ellie got up from her seat and cleared her throat as though she were about to give a follow up speech but Joel quickly sat her back into her seat “I don’t think I can take another one Kiddo”. Maria announced it was time for your first dance together as Mr and Mrs Miller, “But we didn’t pick a song?” You whispered in Joel’s ear as you make you way to the centre of the room. 

“We didn’t but I thought you wouldn’t mind if I picked for us” he pulled you in as the music started playing. Crazy Love from your Van Morrison record started playing. 

“A very nice choice Mr Miller. If I remember correctly this played the first night we spent together” you smile.

“It was Mrs Miller and we will spending tonight and every other night together from now on. I am going to feel a little bad taking that dress off you later though, you look stunning” he whispers and you can feel his breath on your neck as you both slowly sway to the music.

You settle into married life pretty quickly, not much changes it turns out except Joel occasionally calling you wife and you calling him husband. “You best make a call at Dr.Henry’s this morning” Joel called to you as you began putting your boots on to take Bruce out. You groan “Joel, I am perfectly fine. You know that”. 

“Oh I know that darling but if you could just let Doc know that, maybe she will stop asking me to send my wife across for her final check up” he jokes but you agree to go. 

“How’s the foot feeling?” Dr. Henry asks, she was a kind and warm women not much older than you. 

“It’s honestly much better now, thank you so much for taking a look at it a couple weeks ago” you fake a smile. You felt bad but you hated being examined and wanted to leave the room as soon as possible. 

“That’s good to hear, that’s good” she trails off. 

“Great, do you mind if I get going?” You say quickly pulling your socks and boots back on before she can try and examine anything else like last time. 

“Y/N, your foot isn’t why I asked you to come visit me. The last time I ran a couple different tests just to get a general view of your health” she sits down next to you. 

“Yes I vaguely remember you sticking a needle in my arm and asking me to pee in a cup Doc. Please don’t make me do that again” you whine which makes the doctor laugh.

“No, it’s actually about the results from last time. I had a look at the samples and well - well you are pregnant”. She explains.

You feel what you thought was a knot in your stomach, but in a second you realise that knot was potentially a baby. 

[mentally-ill-simp]

Imagine Joel and Tess slow dancing at the local dance in Jackson

Joel and Tess were sitting on stools drinking their whiskey from their glasses while their now grown kids danced with their significant others, they just looked over and smiled at them "they grow up so fast" Joel smiled and Tess hit his arm lightly and laughed "stop you're making us sound old" she said "that's cause we are old darlin'"he said and smiled at her "how about you stop being charming Texas" she smiled back at him "if i wasn't charming would you have married me" he said "well it was you or Bill" she laughed "i hope you know i take offense to that" he chuckled. Joel knew when he met her he would want to spend the rest of his life with this badass woman and he absolutely made that possible. "You wanna dance" Tess smiled hearing the slow song that had just came on "yes i would" he said and they both made their way over to the dance floor. Joel put his one hand on her waist and the other held her hand, Tess put her hand on his shoulder and the other in his, he pulled her a bit closer and they swayed back and forth smiling at each other . Joel looked around to see Ellie and Dina dancing the eachother and Maddy and her girlfriend Yara were also dancing and somewhere in the corner Tommy and Maria could be seen dancing. Everytime Tess looked into his eyes she could feel herself falling in love with the man more everyday, they had been through so much together and were willing to finish their journey together. As they swayed Joel leaned in and kissed her, she closed her eyes and let it all sink in when they pulled apart they both whispered at the same time "i love you".

[cncoluv]

CNCO Sleep Over Spring Break

Warnings: Fluffy 

Setting: Four Seasons in Florida/Disney

Background: Thank goodness it is one day away from officially being spring break because I'm so sick of college right now. If I have to think about another advanced research methods class, my head will explode. It has been a crazy year and I have not talked to the boys that much between them being on tour and me having classes. I will call them after their shows and interviews every once in a while. But we all agreed that it has been forever since we have seen each other and that we need to spend time together since I have almost two weeks off of college and work. We all agreed that we should spend some time together during their tour in Florida since that was a place that I had not been to since I was young.

(Y/N)

We all agreed that another sleepover was absolutely necessary so we could revert back to being children again to sing and dance all over again and not have a care in the world. It was refreshing because I have not had a break or a fun time in a long while, and I am sure they need one as well with the constant touring. While packing my clothes for tomorrow, I decided that we would go to a fancy restaurant and it would be my treat. I am sure I am going to have to fight them since they do not like me to pay for all of them at once because they are stubborn.  For the restaurant, I am bringing the most beautiful dress that I own, a deep purple dress with diamonds that gleam all over that in any light. The top of the dress has an off of the shoulder fit and it has leg slits on both sides that show your thighs, which is almost scandalous because it is very high up on the leg. It is a form-fitting dress so it shows off all of your curves in the correct way. You pick your 5-inch stiletto black heels to go with the outfit, and it matches perfectly, so you are super excited. You pick out your other outfits which are summer clothes mostly shorts and crop tops or tank tops with sandals or pretty dresses. You pick the first outfit that you were going to be wearing that next morning to see them which was a black and white checkered crop top with biker shorts and black converses.

When everything is packed and you wind down from the day you finally get to sleep, you get up early the following day, ready to go to the airport. You get up and get dressed to get on your flight, and you are wearing white shorts with a light and dark blue ombre crop top with white flip-flops. As you get on your flight, you are a little nervous, but you get over it pretty quickly because everything is going smoothly, and you are still excited to see the boys. You are slowly starting to come down off cloud nine by remembering you have feelings for one of the members, Zabdiel.

He was so shy and did not show his feelings that much to the rest of the world, but to you and his family. He was always bubbly and fun to be around; one of the last things you remember was the kiss he left you with. You thought about that kiss for a while after it happened because it was one of the softest kisses that you did not want to end. His lips felt like the light mist of cotton candy that touches your lips, leaving you wanting more. When you reminisce over the kiss and how he acted the last time you meet, you realize that Zab might have been slightly jealous. The kiss sealed the deal of how he felt about you and how you felt about him, and leaving so suddenly after might have changed that, so right now, there are more questions that you have to ask him.

(Richard POV)

I really wish (Y/N) would get here. I need to see her and miss her so much. I’m glad that she agreed to come and join us. We haven't talked as much this year but especially since the towel dropped. I am still super embarrassed about it, but we talked about it, and she seemed as if she was okay but I still do not fully know how she felt. I don't want to lose her as a friend because of it, so I want to make sure she is okay. But I know last time I tried to talk to her, Zab got upset because he has a crush on her. I don't want to get in the way that he is always so much happier when (Y/N) is around.

(Zabdiel POV)

I can't believe that (Y/N) will be here really soon. We have not seen her in almost one year. I missed (Y/N) so much, and I still have not forgotten about that kiss from last year; it was terrific. Her lips felt like smooth silk with just the slightest touch of soft and velvety flower petals, and I still remember the hint of strawberry that I tasted from her flavored lipstick. I still feel the same way about her and she makes me feel different than any other girl I have been with before. I just hope that she somewhat understands how I feel about her, if not then it will be hard to explain to her without embarrassing myself.

--- Skips to the next day---

(Y/N) POV

I am driving to Florida so I packed everything and headed out at 1 a.m. since it is an 8-hour drive and we want to spend the whole day together. I wanna go to sleep after this drive because so many people do not know how to drive. Like did they get their license from a freaking cracker jack box? But besides that, I had a music playlist setup and CNCO was the most of the songs. I liked their renditions of other songs from the Déjà Vu album. So that whole album was played about 3 times on repeat.

Once I got kind of close I was going to call the boys and let them know that I was only 45 minutes away from the Four Seasons at Orlando. When Richard answered the phone I heard Christopher laughing in the background which made me laugh. Then I told Richard I was only about 40-45 minutes away and he said okay cool see you soon (Y/N). I found it strange because he would normally talk to me for about 5-10 minutes before getting off of the phone. But I kept driving wondering why he ended the call so abruptly was it something I had done?

When I got there I let them know that I was outside and about 2 minutes later I saw them come outside the building. I went to hug the first person I had seen which was Erick, he had this adorable smile he looked different from the last time. He seemed more confident in who he was which was radiating off of him. Then I saw Joel had changed and had gotten more buff and had grown out his facial hair. He said, "I missed you”. You smiled and hugged each other.

When you look over you see Christopher and you both immediately start laughing at each other for no reason like normal. He hasn't changed much since the last time I saw him. He is still goofy and adorable and you hug him laughing. After laughing with Chris you look over to see Richard he looks at you and then looks down for a moment, you ask him if he is okay. He says yeah and you give him a confused look but you still hug him. Then you see Zabdiel, he smiles at me and stretches out his arms, and blurts out "I love you". Dead silence fell between the six of you, you stared at him and were about to speak he quickly turned and ran into the hotel. You are about to go after him but they tell you to wait a few minutes. You reluctantly agree and grab your bags, they help out but you ask Richard to stay back real quick to chat.

The other boys look but don't say anything, you ask him what is going on because he has been acting differently recently. He said in a higher pitch than normal "everything is okay'' you step in front of him and tell him to stop lying to you. He sighs and lets you know that he was still thinking of what happened last time with the towel. I reassured him that it was okay and for him not to be embarrassed about it and let's have a fun trip.

He smiles and you both shake on it and pinky promises not to bring it up again. Both of us are back inside and y'all are both starting to get into the elevator and he is asking how college is going. You tell him why you needed a break and get out of the elevator and he says "That sounds like a lot to do dang" you laugh and said, "so do you and the other boys, another album videos and choreography." He smiles and when you arrive at the Presidential Suite he gets the key card and puts it in the door.

It looked stunning and you marvel at all of the stuff that was inside, you smile but then and see all of the boys except Zab. You ask where he went and they said the room right there and all point at it even though the room is supposed to fit 2 people we made accommodations. I walked back there and asked Zab if he was okay. He just stared at me for a moment. He got up and walked towards me and as he was walking I could see a smirk starting to form on his face. When he came up to me threw me against the wall and kissed me…

Stay tuned for part 3!

[angstysebfan]

Did I Take A Step Too Far Part 8

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary:  You and Bucky were best friends, but one night you took your relationship to the next level. You you want to continue moving forward, but Bucky acts like he regrets it, and even tries to move on.

Warnings: just angsty

You were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when you heard a knock on the door. You quickly walk over and open it to reveal Jeremy. You give him a warm smile as he takes you in. Jeremy is a tall guy with medium build, not too muscley. He has short brown hair and the most amazing bright green eyes. He has a beautiful smile, and is just sweet as pie.

You can’t help but admire him in his dark grey suit with Navy shirt and tie. It compliments your navy a-line gown that has a long slit on the left leg. You loved this dress the moment you saw it, and you couldn’t help but know a certain someone would love it too. You figured you would try your best to drive him crazy, even though he has moved on and probably doesn’t care.

“You ready to go beautiful?” Jeremy asks, holding out his arm. You nod and accept his arm as he leads you to the elevator. “Thank you for inviting me. I’m glad we get to spend some more time together, because I really enjoyed the other night.” he said as you got into the elevator, heading down to the main floor. You smile widely at him, “I did too Jeremy. I’m glad you came tonight.” you said honestly.

When you walked into the ballroom, you saw it was already packed with people you didn’t know. You lead Jeremy over to the bar, where you saw Nat and Wanda standing. Once you got there, Jeremy got you both drinks and you settled in, talking to your friends. After about an hour, you couldn’t help the feeling you were being watched. You tried to ignore it, but you finally had to look. 

Once you looked over to the other side of the room, you locked eyes with bright blue ones. You breath got caught in your throat as you admire Bucky in a black suit with black shirt and tie. He looked absolutely delicious. You break eye contact to see his arm around Ashley, who is smiling at Steve, who they are having a conversation with. Ashley is in a beautiful light blue dress that compliments her well. 

You return back to the conversation you were in, fighting against yourself to look over at him again, even though you know he is looking at you. After some drinks and talking, you and Jeremy hit the dance floor. He had no problem dancing like a fool with you, which you loved. He made you laugh hard, which was something you hadn’t done in awhile. It made your heart flutter.

Suddenly a slow song starts, and Jeremy pulls you into his arms and hold you close. You actually don’t mind it, because you are really enjoying spending time with him. You look around you and notice Bucky and Ashley are dancing close to you. You try to stay focused on the man in front of you, but you glimpse over and see Bucky is watching you, with a deadly look in his eyes. It makes you smile, knowing you are still affecting him. 

“I’m really enjoying myself, Y/N.” Jeremy says in your ear softly, breaking you from your thoughts. You look up at him smiling and feel a pull, and suddenly you feel your lips on his. It felt weird, but at the same time, it felt right. You deepened the kiss and allowed him to explore your mouth, before finally pulling away. You smile at Jeremy and lay your head on his shoulder as you continue to dance, completely forgetting about anyone else in the room.

Meanwhile Bucky feels like he was just punched in the gut and all the breath has left his body. You really were moving on from him, and it’s his fault. He should have fought for you, but his stupid ass accepted what you said and left. He does care about Ashley, but she isn’t you. You’re it for him. He doesn’t want anyone else. But you are here with someone else, who makes you laugh and smile, and kisses you like how Bucky wants to. He just wants to die seeing you happy without him.

Once the song was over, you lead Jeremy over to the bar for another drink at the same time Bucky brings Ashley over. All your friends are there so it is only semi-awkward. “I like your dress Ashley, it’s beautiful.” you say with a kind smile. Ashley returns it saying, “Thank you. I love yours too. You look amazing.” 

You give her a smile and pull Jeremy away from the crowd. You walk over to one of the tables and talk about how much fun you were having, and taking bets on when Tony will get drunk, though Jeremy doesn’t have a shot cause he doesn’t know Tony.

Just then “We Didn’t Start The Fire” by Billy Joel comes on. You cant help but smile, looking down at your hands folded on your lap. You think back to when you and Bucky first became friends and you told him he had to listen to the song, because it will catch him up on what happened in the world from the 50′s to the late 70′s. After he listened to it, he looked up the lyrics and what they meant. It turned into his favorite song, and in turn, your song. You danced to it every party, except this one. Whenever either of you was in a bad mood or sad, you would play it and dance and sing along together. It was actually when you realized you were in love with him. Turns out it was the same for him, unbeknownst to you.

Listening to it now at the party, it started to make you sad. You missed him so damn much. You feel the tears starting to come, so you excuse yourself and tell Jeremy you will be back. You quickly leave the ballroom and head for the elevator. You needed air, and the only place you know that wouldn’t be occupied was the roof. You step into the elevator and press the correct button, waiting for the doors to close. Just as they are about to, a hand stops them.

You look up to see Bucky, who walks into the elevator and allows the doors to close behind him. It’s the first time you both have been alone in over two months. The tension in the elevator is suffocating as you both stare at each other, saying nothing. Bucky takes a step closer, hoping it’s ok. When you fail to move, he continues until he is right in front of you. He tentatively brings his flesh hand up to cup your face. You can’t help but lean into it.

As he starts lowering his face to yours, FRIDAY informs you that you are at the roof. It breaks you apart as you leave the elevator and head outside to the roof. Bucky silently follows you until you come to the railing. He stops behind you, hoping you will say something. Tears are slowly rolling down your face as you kick yourself mentally. “What do I have to do to get over you?” you say quietly, knowing he will hear it.

Bucky walks up to the railing and stands next to you. “I... I don’t want you to.” He says quietly, making you look up at him. He swallows the lump in his throat, “I made a mistake. I should have fought for you. I shouldn’t have given up so easily. I’m a fucking idiot. And I know I might be too late, because you are here with that guy, but I...” he looks out into the city skyline.

You sniff and look down at your feet thinking of what to do. “You chose Ashley.” you said looking at him. He closes his eyes, shakes his head and looks at you. You see the heartbreak in his eyes. “I know, but...” “You chose Ashley.” you interrupt him to say it again slightly louder.

Bucky doesn’t know what to say. He knows what he wants, and he is so worried that he is too late. “Y/N, I chose wrong. I like Ashley, I do. She is a great girl, who has treated me well, but... but she isn’t you. You are who I want. You are who I need. You... you made the nightmares disappear.” he whispered. 

Your heart started to pound, as she takes in all that he just said. He continues to look deep into her eyes and she sees behind the heartbreak, unconditional love. “What about Jeremy, and... and Ashley?” she whispers, not trusting her voice. 

Bucky takes a step closer and once again cups her face with his flesh hand. “Well, I’ll talk with Ashley and tell her the truth. I feel bad for leading her on, and I will understand if she hates me, but I have to be honest. I should have been from the beginning. And as far as Jeremy goes... that’s up to you.” he says leaning in and resting his forehead on hers.

She takes a deep breath and smells his cologne. It smells like home. She wants to jump into his arms, but she is so scared. She really liked Jeremy, but she loves Bucky. She pushed him away too many times, but it’s not fair to Jeremy.

“No matter what you decide, I am going to end it with Ashley and move back home.” he says. You look up at him and don’t know what to say. Everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion. You are so happy that he is moving home, you feel bad for Ashley, and you are now confused on what to do about Jeremy.

Bucky, once again steps closer and leans in. Just as your lips are about to touch his, you hear the chime of the elevator and quickly push yourself away. Ashley and Jeremy both walk out of the elevator and see both of you. Jeremy lifts his one eyebrow in question. “Is everything okay?” he asks you. You give him a small smile and nod. 

Ashley stands there and looks at Bucky, but says nothing. Jeremy walks over and drapes his arm over your shoulders and pulls you with him back toward the elevator. You quickly look back over your shoulder and see Bucky watching you leave, glaring at Jeremy. You walk into the elevator and give Bucky a small nod as the doors close. 

Bucky stands there looking at the elevator, feeling jealousy run through his veins. He doesn’t notice that Ashley has walked up and is now standing next to him. Ashley however continues to look at Bucky and it makes her realize that she will never win his heart. His heart belonged to someone, but it wasn’t her, and will never be her. 

“Bucky... I think we need to talk.” she says sadly. Bucky looks at her, regret flooding his eyes. “Yeah, I think you’re right.”

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EllieDina Week Day 2: Dawn.

Okay, I know that this is extremely late! But I only get time to write at night, so I hope you enjoy this crazy mess of a story. I had a lot of fun writing it. The rating I will say is for teens and up, just to be safe.

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Movie night at Joel's place had become a reoccurring thing once Ellie had become more adapted to the fact they actually lived in a stable home, a place with walls, food and a roof over their heads at all times.

Jackson had a surprisingly vast selection of films to choose from, and Joel was all the time always finding movies he'd loved to watch with Sarah before Outbreak Day. And he wanted to share that experience with Ellie as well, moving to Jackson had made him feel safe. Like he could finally start shedding that thick skin he'd accumulated over the years.

Ellie on the other hand, was a completely different story. Despite knowing they were safe in Jackson, her mind still kept on thinking about the what if's. She was sixteen now, and it had taken her forever to get Joel to allow her to go on patrols that weren't a large group.

But now that she had proven to him that she could handle it, she would often go on patrol with Dina and Jesse. That, would unfortunately get a bit awkward at times. Because Dina and Jesse always seemed to be dancing around each other. Ellie didn't get it, they could be having so much fun on the ride back to Jackson, laughing and cutting up. And suddenly either Dina or Jesse went silent, she didn't understand why they… They wouldn't just admit they liked each other.

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Ellie sat on Joel's couch, knee bouncing wildly from the nervousness she felt as she stared at the television set in front of her. Why was she feeling so fucking nervous? All she had done was invite Dina over to join them for movie night.

Joel walked out of the kitchen with his owl mug held in his hands, he shook his head with a soft, endearing chuckle. " What are you so nervous about, kiddo? I can practically see the hole you are wearing into my carpet. "

Ellie tossed her hands up in the air in frustration, flinging her head back as she exclaimed. " Ugh, I don't even fucking know, Joel! It's not like this is unusual, me… Hanging out with Dina. " She sat up quickly, a look of understanding settling on her face as it hit her. Oh- This was the first time that she'd asked Dina to hang out one on one, without Jesse.

Joel smiled knowingly as he stepped up to the couch and took a seat beside her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. " Well- I think that maybe… Just you and Dina should enjoy this film. I've seen it a buncha times anyway, and I've got to get up early first light. "

Ellie's green eyes widened at Joel's suggestion, and she shoved his shoulder with a frustrated groan. " You're the fucking worst. Thanks for nothing, Joel. " Part of her was grateful, but that was something Joel could never know.

Joel had moved the hand that was holding his coffee, not wanting to spill the scalding hot liquid on either of them. But he laughed as he got to his feet. " Hey, just thank me when I get back tomorrow evening. Good luck, kiddo. " And with that Joel headed upstairs, his cup of coffee in hand.

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Ellie had nearly started dozing off on the couch, when a knock sounded on the door and she jolted upright with fear in her eyes, her heart hammering in her chest. She shakes her head and feels stupid as she glances around, realizing that she's at Joel's place. And then it clicks in her mind that the person at the door was Dina.

She quickly scrambles to her feet, combing her fingers through her hair as she makes her way over to the door. As soon as she opens the door, she's greeted with the sight of Dina smiling brightly at her, the fluorescent lighting from Joel's porch light making her freckles pop. God, she was unbelievably gorgeous.

" Ellie? Hello, earth to Ellie. " Dina says as she snaps her fingers in front of Ellie's face.

Ellie shakes her head to clear it, looking at Dina in confusion for a moment. Before she realizes that she'd been talking to her, and was holding a baggie of cookies out to her. Her faces flushes an embarrassingly bright shade of red, as she takes the cookies from Dina. " Shit! I'm sorry about that. I totally fucking spaced. "

Dina arched her brow as she looked at Ellie, and then she laughed and stepped past Ellie and into the house. " I certainly hope you aren't spaced out yet, those cookies are made with a special ingredient. " She said with a wink.

Ellie smiled, a chuckle escaping her lips as she turned the baggie of cookies over in her hand. " No fucking way, you made edibles? Okay, this movie night just got ten times better. "

" Oh? So it would have been unbearable if I didn't bring cookies baked with a shit ton of weed in them? " Dina asked with an amused smirk on her face.

Ellie rolled her eyes at Dina's words and began shoving her in the direction of the living room, kicking the door shut with her foot on the way by. " You are such an idiot, shut up and let's get this movie started. "

Dina began walking herself to avoid being shoved by Ellie anymore, and she sat down on the couch, after snatching the cookies back from Ellie.

Ellie feigned being hurt by her snatching them back. " Well, I never- Is that how you give gifts, Dina? You just take them back? While I'm slaving away over here, setting up the movie for us to watch. " She says as she's crouched down near the DVD player, she takes the disc and puts it in the player.

Ellie let's out a yelp of surprise as a pillow is tossed in her direction, and she looks up to see Dina beckoning her over. " Oh, just shut up and get over here, El. "

Ellie shrugs her shoulders and gets up, walking over to the couch, she takes a seat right beside Dina. The remote to the DVD player in her hand. Okay, this was good. Things were still just like normal between them, the same type of banter they'd be tossing back and forth if Jesse was around.

" So, what are we watching? You said it was a movie that Joel has been wanting you to see. " Dina asks curiously, smiling at Ellie as she opens up the bag of baked goods.

Ellie's face scrunched up in thought for a moment, and Dina found the sight to be both endearing and dorky. " I think it's called Pulp Fiction, I have no clue what it's about. But Joel said he thought it was right up my alley. "

Dina gave a thoughtful hum in reply, having not seen the movie herself either. She passed Ellie one of the cookies, watching as she hit play when the movie menu popped up. " Well, I guess if we don't like this one as much, I've got a backup we can watch after. One of my favorites. "

Ellie gratefully took the cookie, tossing the remote on the other side of the couch. She glanced over at Dina curiously, not paying much mind to the start of the film. " Wait, what is your favorite movie? What'd you bring? "

Dina took a bite of the cookie she'd taken out for herself, once she'd chewed and swallowed it. She shook her head slowly and laughed. " You are going to think it's so stupid, but it's this movie called The Adventures of Milo and Otis. It's about a tabby and a pug, becoming unlikely friends. It actually turns out to be really damn sad. "

" Dina, I don't think that sounds stupid. I mean, yeah- It might turn out to be completely boring or some shit. But you said it's one of your favorites, so I'm going to watch it. " Ellie said matter-of-fact, before she began to eat her own cookie.

Both girls turning their attention to the movie that was playing on the screen, enjoying the edibles and just spending time together.

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Ellie snorted softly as Dina rested her head against her chest, Pulp Fiction long since over, the audio from the start screen was playing on loop. Ellie gently brushes her fingers through Dina's curls, a dopey smile on her face. " You are such a dork. "

Dina began laughing once more, the vibrations resonating throughout Ellie's chest. She raised her head slowly, her brown eyes zeroing in on all the little details of Ellie's face. The scar through her right brow, the dusting of freckles on her face, her bright and oftentimes curious green eyes. " Why don't we ever hang out like this? Just you and me? " Dina suddenly asks.

Ellie was about to attempt to sit up with how shocked she was, but it was impossible considering that Dina was practically laying on top of her. Ellie honestly couldn't even remember how they'd ended up in this position, but she wasn't mad about it. Her mind was too chill for that.

Ellie's eyes softened and she gently brushed her thumb over Dina's cheek. " I guess I'm just so used to hanging out with both you and Jesse, I didn't… I didn't- Ah, fuck it! I didn't have the balls to ask you to hang out without Jesse. " She said with a heavy sigh, knowing how stupid it must sound to Dina.

" Oh, Ellie- First off, I know that you don't have balls. " Dina teased as she chuckled, but she then smiled fondly. " I don't think it's stupid, if that's what you are thinking. Well- Maybe a tiny bit. But that's only because you know that I adore the hell out of hanging out with you! With or without Jesse. "

Ellie gave Dina's shoulder a light punch, but then she laughed and wrapped her arms around Dina. " You're such a dick. " She said lovingly.

Honestly, she wasn't sure how it happened, but one minute they are talking. And the next moment they are clutching to each other like a lifeline, their lips locked together with the occasional accidental knocking of teeth. Soft groans slips from their lips as they hold each other close.

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Ellie wakes up with a groan, reaching for the television remote to turn it off and make the noise stop. Her eyes widen when she realizes that her and Dina must have fallen asleep while watching the movie, Dina was curled up against her side, fast asleep. She grabbed the remote, cut the TV off and laid her head back down. Closing her eyes, she smiled faintly as she felt Dina nuzzle closer. Sleep soon taking her again.

Joel walks down the stairs at dawn, his backpack on, all ready for patrol. He chuckles and shakes his head as he passes the living room, Ellie and Dina both fast asleep on the couch. " I knew you'd be just fine, kiddo. " He said softly as he walked to the front door and stepped outside. Closing it softly behind him, he looks up at the beautiful shades of pink, purple and blue.

[papichriscnco]

Quarantine ~ Joel

Summary: You are in quarantine with Joel & his family. As the day comes to an end Joel is desperate for sex but you're nervous someone might hear you.

“Did you have a nice day?” Joel asks you.

You had spent the entire day with his mum. She was teaching you how to make traditional Mexican food using their family recipes. Both of you were putting on pyjamas when he snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist squeezing you tightly. Even though you were both stuck in the house during quarantine you felt like you hadn’t seen each other. You closed your eyes basking in his embrace before you responded. 

“Mmhmm. I learnt a lot from your mum.”

“That’s nice.” he said dismissively as he moved your hair from your neck kissing it softly. You watch him in the mirror, his lips connecting with the base of your neck working their way up to your ear lobe as he tugged gently with his teeth before sucking it softly. You giggled and moved away from him. “What’s wrong baby?” he smirked at you as you backed away slowly, “You don’t like my mouth?” 

"Don’t say that so loudly!” 

You scold him looking at the door afraid that someone might hear you both. You can’t help but smile at him while you walk away around the bed trying to get away from him. Joel’s preying gaze watching you as he prepares to pounce. 

“Oh come on! No one can hear us!” His voice raises and he’s almost screaming. “You can scream while I fuc-” 

Joel was interrupted by a knock on his bedroom door. You both turn your head to the door, waiting for someone to walk in. Joel's mum peaks her head into the room smiling, she looks at you affectionately. You can tell her adoration for you has grown after spending the day with her. 

“Hi you two.” she smiles, “I just wanted to say goodnight. Also,” she turns to Joel, “these walls are thin so stop screaming!” she scolds gently. 

You instantly blush embarrassed that she almost caught Joel telling you that you can scream while he fucks you. The look on her face puts you at ease because she casually looks at you without anger or embarrassment on her own face. You can tell she hadn’t heard what Joel had said. 

“Sorry ma,” he sheepishly looks down. The moment she wanders out of the room, Joel’s face turns from a shy boy in front of his mother to a cocky man ready to pounce on his girlfriend. He shrugs when he looks over to you, takes his shirt off and makes a simple comment. “I guess we will have to be quiet.” 

“No!” you protest whispering back. “If we get caught-” you’re still trying to back away but you hit the wall realising you have nowhere else to go and you giggle as his hands find your waist again. 

“What? If we get caught, then what?”

“Do you really want your parents catching us?”

“I want you so badly that I don’t care.” his diction is so clear that you can’t help but press your face into his neck shyly. 

His grip tightens and he pulls you to him. You can feel his body pressed against you, your arms instinctively reach his shoulders letting his hair wind in your fingertips as you grip firmly. His head presses back to your neck but this time he kisses his way down your chest. He pulls on your tank top gently exposing more of your skin, not letting your breasts free but enough that he is teasing himself. He bites his lip looking at your body in awe and his hands work their way to your chest palming you softly through your tank top. He bends his knees as he continues to kiss his way down your body. His lips kisses above the waistline of your pajama shorts as his thumbs hook the sides of them and pull down slowly. Your knees are already weak and his touch is driving you insane. 

“L-lock the door.” you stutter out. 

“No.” he says simply as he lifts your right knee so that you can take one leg out of the shorts followed by the next leg. 

“W-what?”

“No.” he repeats himself as he hooks his fingers into your underwear repeating the moves he made with his shorts. 

You can’t ask him why because as you try to utter the words, Joel hooks your leg on his shoulder giving him a clear view of the place you need him most. He looks at you, starring for a moment and takes a deep breath. He looks up at you smiling and the view of Joel down on his knees ready to eat you out makes you even more turned on if that was even possible. Your hips buck towards him slightly and he just laughs as your desperate need for his touch. He kisses the thigh on his shoulder slowly. Placing one soft peck to your leg. Then one further up and another closer and closer to you. This time he gives you an opened mouth kiss and you can’t keep up with his movements because you wish you could crumble but you know how much Joel loves to eat you out while you stand. He loves how much you struggle to stay standing and it turns him on more than anything. 

His mouth eventually finds its way to your slit, he swipes a finger gently as he sucks gently on your clit. You accidentally let out a moan and cover your mouth watching the door as he continues to move his tongue and finger. This time the finger slips past your folds and he is teasing you so much you might cry under his touch. Your hands reach back for his hair to hold something that might keep you standing. Pulling on his hair encourages him, so he inserts another finger and one hand moves to your mouth to muffle your moans. 

“P-please.” you stutter gently. 

“Please what baby?” he asks looking up at you as his fingers continue to work on you. 

“T-the door.” 

“No bebita.” he smirks but his voice stays low ensuring no one can hear you both, “it’s much more exciting like this.” he chuckles softly before reattaching his mouth to you. 

Your legs finally give way but Joel can always tell when this is going to happen so we lift your other leg onto his shoulder and stand. Your hands instinctively reach for his hair to keep your upper body stable and he carries you to the bed while continuing to eat you out. Once he lays you down his hands move from your back to your breasts and he tugs on your nipples tightly causing you a wave of pleasurable pain. He stands again and locks the door. 

“You changed your mind?” you ask, slipping into the blankets. 

“I want to fuck your face without interruption.” he shrugs casually. 

You can’t believe his harsh words. Every time you and Joel sleep together or do anything sexual he manages to use such vulgar language that you are in shock. The words make you giggle and make you incredibly excited. He knows what his words do to you and he loves it. As he moves closer to you, you pull away from the blankets and land on your knees in front of him. Your tank top is still on but the rest of you is bare, Joel on the other hand is practically fully clothed. You quickly begin to unbuckle his belt, desperate to provide him with some pleasure. 

Finally, you push his clothing away and he is standing in front of you completely naked. You bite your lip excited for what is about to take place, you part your lips ready for him to push himself into you. He squats down in front of you, his hands palming your face as he leans over and kisses you deeply. His tongue dancing around your mouth. You're able to taste yourself as you kiss him and he moans as you pull away from him. 

“Please let me make you feel good.” you beg. 

He smiles sweetly and stands up, he moves his hands from your cheeks, and slides them back to your hair. He holds your hair in a ponytail with one hand and with the other he holds his base directing it past your lips. He starts slowly, thrusting gently but the more pleasure you bring him the faster he moves and before you know it he is holding your face against the base of his cock stopping you from being able to breathe. As tears form in your eyes he pulls you away, you have a few seconds to catch your breath before he once again holds you against the base. 

“So good baby.” he moans. “You love my cock don’t you?” he bites his lip looking down and pulls you away one last time. “On the bed.” he demands. 

You catch your breath as you scramble to the bed. You sit up, your legs laid out in front of you as Joel positions himself with one leg over you, he’s sitting up on his knees almost straddling you. He holds your face, looking at your studying your face. The curve of your nose, the indents of your eyes, the smile on your face as you look at him.

“I love you.” your voice explodes a little too loudly.

Joel just laughs. That sweet laugh, where he can’t control himself and it just slips out. He places a finger over your mouth signalling you to be quiet and he looks at the door nervous that someone would knock as the two of you sit entangled on top of each other naked. 

“Shh, baby girl.” he chuckles.

“Sorry.” you whisper. 

A twinkle in both your eyes, excited and passionate about each other. It was evident in the way you were with each other. 

“Don’t ever be sorry for telling me you love me.” he looks incredibly serious now, then he looks at you once more, “I love you so much. I always will.” You smile at him, leaning over kissing him sweetly. “Lay down.” You follow his instructions but you quickly remove your top first knowing how much he loves to see your chest bounce as he thrusts into you. “Good girl.” he notes.

“Be gentle.” you plead, “if you’re too hard then I can’t help but scream.”

He positions himself ready to push inside of you but your words make him smile. He loves knowing that you have no control over yourself in these moments with him. 

“You’ll find a way.” he smirks as he pushes his tip into you slowly. He’s always gentle when you first start. Easing into you slowly. You can’t help but moan softly when he’s finally as deep as he can be. “Come on baby. Stay quiet for me.” his forehead is pressed against yours as he slowly moves. 

His hips move expertly into you, his Spanish roots show by the way he can control his hips and move not just on stage but in bed. He kisses you gently before moving his head to your cheek, kissing gently and then he moves onto your neck. His hips are still moving beautifully and passionately into your body. You bite on his shoulder to hold back any noises you make but Joel doesn’t like that at all. So his pace increases. Your mouth can’t help but open and your eyes burst open as he moves faster and faster. He looks into your eyes as he grin increases. He watches you as you struggle to hold back and little whimpers escape as your hand moves from his shoulders to your mouth. 

“Please baby. Mercy.” you beg. 

Your voice is high pitched but whispering. He just keeps moving as the bed makes little noises. Nervous that his mother might hear the bed, Joel slows down but he is still at a pace that makes you want to scream. Joel kisses you in an effort to keep your moans quiet. Even while he teases you about this he doesn’t really want to get caught. While his lips are attached to yours, you can make little noises into the kiss. So you do. The second he pulls away you can’t help but want to moan out because now his hand has moved to your clit and he is rubbing gently. 

“You like that baby girl?” he asks as he pulls out of you. He moves down your body and kisses your breasts gently tugging at your nipples while his hand still works on your bundle of nerves. 

“Y-yes baby.” your voice shakes out. 

He crawls back up to your body and slides himself back into you ready to finish you both off. His thrusts move slowly again and your back arches in pleasure, your nails instinctively scratching along his back. With a few more motions of Joel's hips the both of you are biting each other’s necks in an attempt to keep quiet as you reach your orgasms. Laying together naked you both giggle as your eyes meet. 

“I think we were quiet enough.” he laughs. 

“Shh!” you scold. “Let’s just go to sleep. Imagine if they hear us now, they’ll know why we were quiet. Imagine being stuck in quarantine when your family knows that we had sex here!”

Joel just laughs and kisses your forehead. The both of you spend the next three days quiet as ever, the next morning no one makes any comments and you both think you’ve gotten away with it. It isn’t until you’re in your third cooking lesson with his mum that she asks you about the bite on your neck. You thought you had hidden it well. Joel was in the kitchen watching you both cook, when she asks the question. 

“What’s that bite? It looks like teeth marks.” she comments.

Your face turns red and Joel chokes on the water he was drinking. 

“Uhh,” you look to Joel for an answer but he is quiet.

“We were jokingly fighting and I bit her too hard.” he casually mentions after composing himself. 

“Joel!” she yells, “You can’t do that! What if you hurt her!” 

“S-she bit me too!”

“Yeah well I didn’t notice a bite on you!”

“And she scratched me!” he yells. 

You know he is referring to the scratches on his back and you can’t help but gasp. How can he be so open about these marks you both have left on each other during sex. Blushing you continue cooking as Joel's mum tells him off with a slap to the back of the head. Quickly she stands next to you again continuing to cook with you while Joel just laughs mockingly at you knowing how embarrassed you are.

[girlontheinternet12]

Out of the Spotlight

Today, I am posting another story. This ones a sequel to my story In the Spotlight. Blake and Noah take over as the performers for the rest of Brenna’s tour, so they go all over Europe. After Brenna reads an interview with Blake and Noah in a magazine, she gets concerned that fame is going to Blake’s head. 

Chapter  1

We went to London to do some recording after Paris, but after that we went back to New York for the Holidays. Blake and Noah had been signed to my label. Blake and I were at what was now our loft. He had Christmas music playing. We were drinking wine. “I can’t wait for the Christmas party.” Blake said. Our record label was having a Christmas party. “Me too, I can’t wait to spend our first Christmas together.” I said. He leaned in closer to me. His dark eyes looking back into mine. His lips lingering before he kisses me. My phone buzzed interrupting the moment. “It’s just Joan reminding me about my photo shoot tomorrow.” I said. Joan had booked me a photoshoot in Times Square. After, Blake was going to take me to the Tenth Bar where he and Noah previously worked. Buttercup and Peanut were sleeping next to each other next to the record player. I was also going to meet The new keyboardist for the backup band. “Why don’t we end the night like we always do.” he said, taking my hand. We started dancing. Noah still thinks we are bad dancers. The next day, when I woke up I put my earbuds in and played Starman by David Bowie as I started getting ready. Blake was still asleep. For makeup, I didn’t need to wear any, since I’ll be getting my makeup done at the photo shoot. All I needed to do for my skin was to wash my face. The makeup artist will handle everything else. I put my hair up in a messy bun. I wore a nice outfit, since I was going to the bar afterward. “G’morning.” Blake said as I walked into the kitchen. “You’re up.” I said. “Yup, want a pancake?” he asked. “Sure.” I said. I sat at the bar and ate breakfast with Blake. “Okay, I have to go now.” I said. “You can’t stay for another?” asked Blake jokingly. “If I do, I’ll be late.” I said, kissing him. My hand was touching his curly brown locks. “Okay, but you know I’ll miss you.” he said, jokingly. I walked to the elevator. “I already miss you.” I said in a fake sweet voice. Blake laughed. “Bye.” I said as I got on the elevator. I got outside the building and Gary was there waiting for me. “Hey Gary.” I said hugging him. “Good to see you again.” he said. “It’s good to see you too.” I said. I put my earbuds on again as I got in the car. I put the song You Make My Dreams Come True by Hall and Oates on. I smiled as I thought about Blake. He makes my dreams come true. We arrived in Times Square quickly. I got into hair and makeup. Joan was there. Gary walked in and accidentally bumped into Joan. “Oh, Sorry Joan didn’t see you there.” Gary said. “Oh, it’s okay Gary.” she said. I could feel that it was something more than just an accidental bump, it was their meet cute. A meet cute, is the part of the story or film where the couple meets for the first time. The shoot was for a magazine. I had already done the interview. “Great Brenna.” the photographer said as I posed in Marilyn Monroe- like white dress. The shoot took a few hours. I changed into my nice outfit I had on earlier.“Before you leave, let me introduce you to Crystal, the backup band’s backup band’s new keyboardist.” Joan said. Crystal had dark skin, a half shaved head, and dark eyes. The half that wasn’t shaved was dyed blue and braided. “Hey Crystal, I’m Brenna.” I said. “Hey, nice to meet you.” she said. Blake met me at Times Square. “Blake, this is Crystal, the new keyboardist.” I said. “Nice to meet you, Crystal.” said Blake as she shook her hand. Crystal smiled. “Ready?” he asked me. “Yep.” I said as he took my hand. We walked over to the Tenth Bar. Noah was already there. “Hey.” he said. “Hey man.” said Blake as he fist bumped Noah. “Hey.” I said. The bar was nicer than I imagined. It was actually pretty high class. The stage where the band performed was huge. My eyes were caught on a face across the room. A guy with short dark red hair up in a quiff, pale skin and blue eyes. I walked over to him. “Harrison Ackridge, is that you? I said. He turned to me and took a second to recognize me. “Oh my gosh, Brenna Young. I haven’t seen you since freshman year in high school in Florida.” he said. Before I moved to California, I lived in Tampa, Florida. Harrison was my best friend. We had been since we were 4. We were inseparable, that is until I moved to Los Angeles. We hugged. “How are you doing? How did you get to New York?” I asked. “I’m doing great! I actually work for Vogue.” Harrison said. “That’s awesome. I assume you know what I’ve been up to.” I said. “Of course, I’m your biggest fan. I’m sorry about your parents.” he said. He looked toward Blake and Noah who were watching us. “Oh my gosh, is that Blake Edwards?” asked Harrison. Since Blake signed to my record and started putting videos on YouTube, his fame has skyrocketed. “Yep.” I said. “You are so lucky that he is your boyfriend. I mean he’s gorgeous.” Harrison said. “I know right.” I said. “Here let me give you my phone number.” said Harrison. “How’s your love life?” I asked as we traded phone numbers. “Not great, I seem to attract crazy guys.” said Harrison. Harrison came out to me before I left Florida. Blake and Noah had walked over. “So are you going to introduce me?” Blake said, putting his arm around me. I laughed. “Blake, this is Harrison, we were best friends before I moved to California.” I said. “Nice to meet you.” said Blake. “You guys seemed to have rekindled the friendship.” said Noah. I smiled. “I’m glad I found another friend besides these goobers.” I said. “I thought we were more than friends.” Blake said, jokingly as he kissed my cheek. “Of course we are.” I said returning the kiss. “Me too.” Harrison said as he hugged me. “I have missed you so much.” he said when Blake and Noah were out of earshot. “Let’s perform again for old time sake.” Blake said to Noah. “Yeah.” Noah said, already heading towards the stage. They went on the stage, while I stayed and sat with Harrison. They performed Just Like Heaven by The Cure. After they finished performing Blake walked to me. “Brenna, you should perform.” he said. “No.” I said. “I want to see you perform.” said Harrison. Blake went on stage. “Ok, who would like to see my friend Brenna Young perform?” he said to the audience. The audience cheered.   Then after Blake, they started chanting my name. Noah banged his symbol with the beat of the chant. “Ok, fine.” I said walking on stage. “What do you want me to perform?” I asked. “How about Blondie’s One way or Another?” asked Blake. “Sure.” I said. As I started singing Blake smiled at me. I hadn’t had that much fun on stage in a while. When I walked off stage Harrison ran up to me. “That was great.” he said, excitedly. After a few drinks and songs later, Blake and I went back to our loft. We were a little drunk. Okay, we were very drunk. We were very giggly. We were at the point where you’re so drunk that everything is hilarious. When we got back to our loft, Blake put on Cradle of Love by Billy Idol. He walked to me and put his hands on my waist and kissed my neck. He started unbuttoning my shirt. I pulled his shirt off. We took our pants off and kissed each other again and again. Before we knew it, we were naked on the couch having sex. “Let’s move this to the bedroom.” Blake said. He grabbed my hand and led me to our bedroom. I don’t remember anything after that. 

Chapter 2 

The next day, Blake and I both woke up with horrible hangovers. I spend most of the morning with my head in the toilet. I walked back into the kitchen. “Here, you’ll want some water.” Blake said. “Thanks.” I said. We spent the day in our loft. We put the Christmas tree up as well as other decorations. Later that night, Noah came over. “I’m surprised you guys aren’t more hungover.” Noah said. “You should have seen us earlier.” Blake said, turning the fireplace on. My phone rang. I looked at it. It was Crystal. “Hey.” I said. “Oh no, yes, you can stay at Blake and I’s loft.”  I said. “Okay, see ya.” I said. “Crystal’s flight back to L.A was cancelled because of the snow. I told her she could stay here, is that okay?” I said. “Of course.” Blake said. “Who’s Crystal?” asked Noah. “Crystal is the new keyboardist for the backup band.” I said. I heard the buzz of the doorbell. “Can I come up?” Crystal asked. “Yep, I’ll buzz you in.” I said. I pressed the button to let the elevator know she can come up. The elevator opened and she walked in with her bags. “Hey.” she said, hugging me. ‘Hi.” I said. “You remember Blake and this is Noah.” I said. “Hey.” said Blake. Noah was speechless. “We don't have an extra bed, but you're welcome to sleep on the couch.” Blake said. “Trust me, it’s a really comfy couch.” I said. “I’ll take your word for it. Thanks, by the way.” she said. “No problem.” Blake and I said at the same time. “Jinx.” I said. Then, Blake kissed me. “There’s one thing we like to do before bed to end the night on a good note.” Blake said. “Please don’t dance.” Noah said. Blake went over to the record player and put on We Didn’t Start The Fire by Billy Joel. Blake and I started dancing. “Are you going to join us?” I asked Crystal. “Hell Yeah.” Crystal said. Noah started leaving. “Come on, join in the fun.” Crystal said. For once, Noah danced with us. “I think someone is developing a crush.” said Blake when Noah was out earshot. I laughed. Noah decided to stay night at our loft. He slept on the couch with Crystal. The next morning, Blake made pancakes. “These are delicious, Blake.” said Crystal. “Thanks.” said Blake. “Pancakes are about the only thing he can make.” I said. “Hey.” said Blake in mock offense. Crystal and Noah laughed. After breakfast, Blake and I took a walk in Central Park. Central Park looks pretty in the snow. At lunch we had a meeting with Joan to talk about the next half of the tour next year. So after our walk, we went to meet Joan at her office. Gary was waiting for us outside the building of our loft. “Ready?” he asked. “Yep.” I said. Blake nodded. In the limo, Blake played Hooked on a Feeling by Blue Swede and we sang along all the way to the office. Noah was already there when we got there. “Hey.” Noah said. “So, tell me, what’s this crush you have on Crystal?” I asked. “What? I don’t have a crush on Crystal.” he said, not doing a good job hiding his feelings. “Dude it’s obvious you like her.” Blake said. We walked into Joan’s office. “Hey Joan.” said Gary, awkwardly. “Oh, hello Gary.” said Joan, blushing. “Looks like someone else also has a crush.” I said, looking at Gary and Joan. Blake laughed. “Okay, so what are we going to do about the next half of the tour?” asked Joan. “I was thinking maybe Blake and Noah could take over my tour, They could perform some of their cover songs.” I said. “I’m up for it.” Blake said. “Me too.” said Noah. “Okay, I guess that 

Chapter 3

 A few weeks later, it was time for the company Christmas party. Which was a big deal, there many stars and big record producers there. Crystal’s flight was going to be a while, so she just decided to spend the holidays in NYC. Noah let her stay at his place, so she wouldn’t have to sleep on a couch anymore. Blake and I were waiting for Hair, Makeup, and Wardrobe to come and help us get ready for the Christmas party. They finally came. “Your hair is amazing.” Blake’s hair stylist, Ashley, said. “Hey, don’t flirt with my boyfriend.” I said in mock offense. “Sorry, you're so lucky you get to be with him.” she said. Blake laughed. I wore a long, white sleeveless dress with a silver wrap. I had a nude brown, sparkly eyeshadow on with a pinkish-nude lipstick. I wore my dark hair straight. Blake wore a black tuxedo with a black bowtie. “Wow.” Blake said. “Wow yourself.” I said. “M’lady.” Blake said with his arm out. I took his arm and we left the loft. Gary was waiting by a stretch limo outside the building. He wore a suit. “Looking good Gary.” I said. “Thanks, you two look great.” he said. “Thanks.” Blake and I said. “Jinx.” Blake said. I laughed and kissed his cheek. Gary opened the limo door when we got to the party. We got out and saw cameras flashing everywhere. There was a lot of screaming. We walked the red carpet and let the paparazzi take photos of us. Noah and Crystal were ahead of us. Crystal looked amazing in her red sleeveless dress with a black wrap. Noah looked great in his tuxedo identical to Blake’s. We even got a picture of all of us. Joan was already in there when got in the building. Her red hair which was normally up was down and she wasn’t wearing her glasses which made her eyes pop. She wore a light blue long sleeved dress. She looked amazing. “Joan, you look amazing.” I said. “Thanks.” she said. Gary came in and his jaw practically dropped when he saw Joan. Blake, Noah, Crystal, and I went around and talked to different producers. Joan had said to do that. After the Christmas Party, Blake and I went back to the loft and watched It’s a Wonderful Life. We ended up falling asleep on the couch. The next day, I met up with Harrison to catch up with him. We met at a cute cafe. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe that’s how you and Blake met.” Harrison said, as he sipped his coffee. “I know.”  I said. We went back to Harrison’s apartment. His apartment was small, but it was adorable. It was one bedroom and one bathroom. His apartment building was right next to mine and Blake’s. “I’m so glad we found eachother again.” Harrison said. “Me too.” I said. I told him everything that happened with me and Blake over the last few weeks. “Wow, I can’t believe you  almost died.” Harrison said. “I know.” I said. I continued telling him about Blake. “You said his dad died of cancer, what about his mom?” asked Harrison. “He said his mom became depressed after his dad died. She also started hallucinating stuff. Blake just couldn’t help her, so he checked her into a mental hospital.” I said. “He still sees her pretty often, although with his career just getting started he may not see her as often as he’s like.” I said. “So what’s happening when tour continues?” asked Harrison. “Blake and Noah are going to take my place, but I will still be doing my meet and greets.” I said 

Chapter 4 

We celebrated Christmas with Crystal, Noah, and Harrison at our loft. We sat on the couch and exchanged gifts. “Harrison, I love this shirt.” I said. “I knew you would, these aren’t even in stores yet, but I got special access thanks to my friends at Vogue.” he said. I hugged him. I handed Harrison a gift. “Sorry mine is not as good as yours. You are hard to shop for and it was last minute.” I said. “It’s fine, darling.” he said. “Oh my gosh, I thought you would have forgotten my handbag obsession.” He said. I laughed. “How could I forget.” I said. He looked at the brand of the bag. “Ooh Prada.” Harrison said. “You’re not the only one with friends in high places.” I said. We all laughed. “It’s my turn.” Blake said, handing me a gift. I opened it to find a beautiful silver heart locket with a ruby in the middle. It also had “Blake and Brenna” inscribed on it. “It’s beautiful.” I said, looking at the necklace in awe. Blake kissed my head. “Merry Christmas.” he said. He helped me put the necklace on. I got Blake a vinyl record that he had been wanting. After we finished opening presents, Blake got up and put on some music. I stood by the floor to ceiling windows and watched the snow fall. Blake stood next to me. He wrapped his arms around me. “Merry Christmas.” I said. “Merry Christmas.” He said. Noah jumped on the couch behind us and held up mistletoe. “MISTLETOE.” he said, dangling it between Blake and I. We looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and kissed. Everyone else laughed. Then we watched as New Your City got covered in a blanket of snow. We didn't do much between Christmas and New Years. On New Years Eve we went to Times Square, except we weren’t in the large crowds, we were in a V.I.P area. We were not performing, but we were talking with important people. People who can help make our music known. We also talked with reporters. We went back to our spot as we prepared to watch the count down. “10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… HAPPY NEW YEAR!” we said. Blake and I kissed. Noah and Crystal looked like they wanted to kiss, but they didn’t. “We don’t need to kiss do we?” Noah asked. “Not unless you want to.” asked Crystal. “I mean if you want to.” said Noah. “It’s fine, we don’t have to.” Crystal said. They both blushed and turned away.  The next day, Crystal flew back to L.A. She was going to meet us at the next tour stop: Berlin, Germany. We were leaving for Berlin in a few days. We were hanging out at our loft with Noah. He looked blue. “I think Noah misses Crystal.” I whispered to Blake. “Cheer up, dude, you’ll see Crystal in a few days.” Blake said. “What makes you think I miss Crystal?” he said. I rolled my eyes. Blake sighed. “Dude, your crush on Crystal is so obvious.” Blake said. Noah's shoulders slumped. “Ok, Ok, I like Crystal.” he said. “Tell her how you feel.” said Blake. “Well, do you think she likes me?” asked Noah. “Well, you did both want to kiss on New Year’s.” I said. “Yeah, but that was New Year’s, does she really like me?” Noah asked. “The way to find out is to ask her out.” I said. Blake nodded. “Fine, I will ask her out in Berlin.” said Noah. The next day, Blake and I went to New Jersey to see Blake’s mother. This was the first time I was going to meet her. We arrived at the hospital and went to the front desk. A young girl in nurse’s scrubs with brown hair and brown eyes greeted us. “Hey Blake, here to see your mom?” she asked. “Yes, Kaitlyn. Sorry it’s been a while, my music career is finally taking off and I leave for Berlin tomorrow and I wanted to see mom again before I left.” Blake said. “I get it. Hey Anna, can you check if Madge is in her room?” said Kaitlyn. “Madge? I thought your mom’s name is Margaret.” I said to Blake. “It is, but she goes by Madge.” Blake said. I nodded. “Madge is in her room, you can go in.” said Kaitlyn. “Thanks, Kaitlyn.” said Blake. We walked to Blake’s Mother’s room. “Hey mom.” Blake said, opening the door. “Blake, it’s good to see you again.” she said, hugging him. “Mom, this is my girlfriend, Brenna. Brenna, this is my mom.” Blake said. “It’s nice to meet you.” I said. “I’m sorry about your husband.” I said. “Don’t be. I see him everyday.” she said. I looked at Blake. “She hallucinates him.” Blake whispered to me. Blake and I sat down on the chairs by the desk in Blake’s mom’s room. “So I leave for Berlin tomorrow for tour.” Blake said. “I’m so proud.” his mom said. “Thanks-” Blake said. “Sing for me.” his mom said. “Okay, Brenna, sing with me?” Blake asked. I nodded. I sang backup vocals for him as he sang George Harrison’s Dark Sweet Lady. Blake’s mother closed her eyes and immersed herself in the music. “Thank you.” she said as she held Blake’s hand. “I love you, mom.” Blake said. “I love you too.” she said. “I have to go, we have an early flight tomorrow.” Blake said. He looked at her concerned. “I’ll be fine.” his mother said. “Ok, I’ll see you in a  few months.” said Blake, hugging her. “Why Dark Sweet Lady, of all songs? I mean, not that it’s a bad song.” I said after we left the institute. “Dad sang that to her when they were dating. He even sang it at their wedding.” he said. 

Chapter 5 

The next day, we woke up at 5:00 am to get to the airport at 6:00 am and get on our flight which takes off at 8:00 am. We met up with Noah at the John F. Kennedy Airport. “So are you going to tell Crystal how you feel when you see her?” asked Blake, as he took a sip of his coffee. We stopped by the Starbucks in the airport. “Yes.” Noah said, also sipping his coffee. I wore one of Blake’s sweatshirts over a vintage ACDC t-shirt with a pair of black leggings. My hair was up in a messy bun and I didn’t have a stitch of make-up on. Blake also wore a sweatshirt over a Knicks t-shirt with jeans and a beanie. Noah wore a white t-shirt with black jeans. “How do I tell Crystal that I like her?” asked Noah. “It’s not hard, just say “I like you, do you wanna hang out sometime?”” said Blake. A girl in a red sweater with short brown hair and brown eyes came up to us. She looked about 16. “Oh my gosh, your Brenna Young and you’re Blake Edwards and Noah Pently! I love your music. Can I get a picture with you?” she asked. “Sure. What’s your name?” asked Blake as stood up. “My name is Hannah.” the girl said, grabbing her phone. Hannah handed Blake her phone and we stood together as Blake took the picture. “Flight 33 leaving for Berlin is now boarding.” said the airport intercom. “That’s our flight. Nice to meet you Hannah.” said Blake. Hannah blushed with excitement. After Hannah left us, we boarded the plane to Berlin. After 10 hours we landed in Berlin. We had to go to the concert venue immediately for sound check. Since I wasn’t performing, I stayed backstage to watch. They performed Your Love by The Outfield. They sounded great. I went to hair and make-up afterward to get ready for my meet and greets. “You look fantastic!” said Joan. “Thanks.” I said. “You always look fantastic.” said Blake. “And you smell.” I said. “Wash up.” Joan said to Blake. “You get ready for your meet and greet.” said Joan. I nodded. “Are you going to be okay?” asked Blake. “I’ll be fine.” I said, as I kissed him. I went over to the meet and greet area. “Hi Gary.” I said. “You ready?” he asked. “Yes.” I said. “If it gets too crazy, I’m right here.” Gary said. “I know, let’em in.” I said. The fans came in herds. It was a lot, but I handled it. I was finishing up with the last few fans when Blake came in. The fans went crazy. “Woah, woah.” Blake said. Gary went over and pulled the fans away and led them out. “Well, that was crazy.” Blake said. “I know.” I said. “The show starts in half an hour.” he said. “Are you guys ready?” I asked. “Yep.” Blake said. “Blake, you have an interview after the show.” Joan said. “Okay.” Blake said. Blake and I walked over to where Noah and Crystal were sitting. “So, Crystal-” said Noah as he looked at Blake. Blake mouthed “Tell her.” to him. “Crystal, I really like you, would you want to go out with me?” asked Noah. “You want me to be your girlfriend?” as Crystal. “If you want to be.” Noah said. “Does this answer your question?” asked Crystal. Then she kissed him. “So that’s a yes?” Noah said. “Yes, you dummy.” said Crystal. Blake and I applauded jokingly. Crystal and Noah laughed. “Get on stage, 5 minutes til showtime.” said Joan. We all stood up. I turned towards Blake. “Good luck.” I said. Then I kissed him. “Thanks, I’ll see you after the show, I love you.” he said. “I love you too.” I said. I went over to the edge of the stage and stood next to Joan. “What’s up, Berlin?” said Blake to the audience. “Let’s get the party started!” he said. The first song they performed was Satisfaction by the Rolling Stones. The audience loved the performance and so did I. The audience was on their feet the entire show. “Goodnight Berlin! We love you!” said Blake. Then he ran off stage and kissed me. “Blake, you have an interview.” said Joan. “I know, I’ll be there in a second.” he said. “I’ll see you on the tour bus then.” I said. “Okay, see you later, love you.” he said, kissing me on the cheek. I went back to the tour bus with Crystal. “So, you and Noah.” I said. “Yep, he’s my boyfriend now.” Crystal said. I laughed. “I’m happy for you both.” I said. “What’s the next stop?” asked Crystal. “I think we are going to Rome.” I said. I looked out the window and saw Noah and Blake coming to the tour bus. Gary was in front of them. Noah sat next to Crystal. Blake sat next to me. “I’m excited to go to Rome tomorrow.” Blake said. “Stay seated, we are leaving now.” said Gary. “You were amazing tonight, Blake.” I said. “Thanks.” he said. “It makes me kinda miss performing.” I said. “If you want to perform on stage with us, I’d be cool with that.” he said. He looked at Noah. Noah nodded. “It’s fine, I don’t want to confuse my fans.” I said. “How was the interview?” I asked. “ It was great.” said Blake. We  talked for a few more hours then we fell asleep. Before we knew it we were in Rome. “Wow.” I said. “I know, Rome is so pretty.” said Blake. We looked out the windows in awe. Once we arrived at the concert venue, Blake, Noah, and Crystal went to sound check. I went to see some sights in Rome. Gary came with me. After visiting the colosseum, I went to the local mall to get something to eat. I noticed a magazine in one of the kiosks and it had Blake and Noah’s interview. So I bought one and read their interview. I could not believe some of the things they said Blake said. “This does not sound like the Blake I know.” I said. “Are we sure he actually said that? Maybe they twisted his words?” said Gary. “I really hope that’s the case.” I said. Gary and I went back to the concert venue. We decided not to say anything about the interview. Blake, Crystal, and Noah were getting ready to go on stage. “Good luck, I love you.” I said. Blake kissed me and went on stage. He didn’t say “I love you too”. Which made me more concerned about the interview. The first song they performed was Second Hand News by Fleetwood Mac. After a few more songs, Blake went to play some more songs on his acoustic guitar. So Noah and Crystal went backstage. Crystal sat on the couch while Noah used the bathroom. I sat next to Crystal. “Hey Crystal, while I was out sightseeing I found a copy of the magazine with Blake and Noah’s interview and well you have to read it yourself.” I said, handing Crystal the magazine. “That does not sound like them.” said Crystal. “I know, but I don’t know if they actually said that.” I said. “Although, based on how Blake acted tonight, I’m concerned they did say that. I mean he didn’t even say “I love you too.” he always says “I love you too.”” I said. “Let’s not jump to conclusions, anyways I’ve got to get back on stage.” said Crystal. “Ok, But let me know if they are acting weird on stage.” I said. Crystal nodded. The last song they performed was Jump by Van Halen. After that, Blake and Noah met Crystal and I on the tour bus. We were going to the airport for a quick flight over to Barcelona. I sat anxiously waiting for Blake and Noah. “Hey- are you alright.” Blake said, confusedly as he sat down and put his water bottle down. “Yeah, it’s just I found A copy of the magazine with your interview and did you actually say these things.” I asked, showing him the magazine. I looked at Crystal nervously. She looked at Noah. He moved next to Blake and read the magazine over his shoulder. “By the way you said it, I thought they had really twisted our words, but they really didn’t.” Blake said. Noah nodded. “So you did say that stuff?” I asked. Blake and Noah nodded. “Pretty much.” said Blake. I looked at Crystal. “I need to be by myself for a moment.” I said. “What’s wrong?” asked Blake. “Nothing.” I said. I went to the bedroom at the back of the bus. I grabbed my computer and video chatted with Harrison. I showed him the magazine with the interview. “Oh my gosh, he  actually confirmed he said that?” asked Harrison. “Yes.” I said. “What do I do?” I asked. “Talk to him.” Harrison said. “You're right, but it’s late. I’ll talk to him tomorrow.” I said. “Good Luck.” said Harrison. “Thanks, talk to you soon. Good night.” I said. “Good night.” said Harrison, as we hung up. 

Chapter 6 

We arrived at the concert venue in Barcelona at 8:00am. We slept on the tour bus for a few hours. After, we went to the concert venue for sound check. “Good job, Get some rest and be ready for the show by 6:00pm.” said Joan. I went to the dressing room and texted Harrison. Blake came in. “Hey are you OK? you seemed anxious last night.” Blake said. I sighed. “We need to talk.” I said. Blake sat down next to me. “Why did you say those things in that interview? I mean that doesn’t sound like you at all.” I said. “Why do you care about what I said in that interview?” asked Blake. “Because you sound like a jerk and I don’t want fame going to your head.” I said. “Oh so now that I’m famous, you can’t be happy for me?” said Blake, standing up. “No I-” I said. “You're just jealous because everyone has already forgotten you.” Blake said. I stood up too. “I’m not jealous, I just don’t want you to forget who you are. I don't know what happened to the Blake I love, but you are not him.” I said. I left the dressing room as Blake just stood there. I sat down on the couch backstage. Crystal walked towards me. She sat down next to me. “Did you talk to him?” asked Crystal. “Yes, but it did not go well.” I said. “It ended up with arguing?” asked Crystal. I nodded. “I’m sorry things didn’t go well.” said Crystal. “10 minutes til showtime.” said Joan. “I gotta go.” said Crystal. “Go, I’ll be fine.” I said. I stood next Joan at the edge of the stage. “What’s up Barcelona?” said Blake. The audience cheered loudly. “The first song we are going to perform is You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi.” said Blake. “That wasn’t on the setlist.” said Joan. My heart sank as Blake looked at me as he played the first chords. “Shot through the heart and you're to blame, you give love a bad name.” Blake sang. I could feel my heart rate rising. I began to sweat. And my hands began to shake. I looked at Crystal who looked at me. “Are you okay?” asked Joan. “No.” I said panting. I ran with Gary following behind me. I ran to the tour bus and locked myself in the back room of the bus. Gary knocked on the door. “Brenna, I’m right out here if you need me.” he said. “Thanks Gary.” I said panting. I grabbed my computer quickly and video chatted with Harrison. “Are you okay?” asked Harrison. “No.” I said. “You’re having an anxiety attack, aren’t you?” asked Harrison. I nodded. “Just breathe, tell me everything that happened.” he said. I took a few deep breaths and told Harrison everything that happened today. “Oh my gosh, I can’t believe he did that.” Harrison said. “Harrison, I just want to go home.” I said. “Don’t, I have an idea. Go to the airport tomorrow and wait by the baggage claim, text me when you're there. I will give you further instructions.” said Harrison. “Okay.” I said. “Until then, I’ll see if Gary can take me to a hotel to sleep in tonight, I just want to get as far away as I can from Blake tonight.” I said. “Okay, be careful, see you soon.” said Harrison. “Thanks, Harrison, bye.” I said. I closed my computer and grabbed my bags. I unlocked the door and approached Gary. “Gary, can you take me to a hotel nearby?” I asked. “Yes, is everything okay?” he asked. “Yeah, for now.” I said. “Okay, I’ll tell Joan we’re  not going with them to Portugal.” said Gary. “I just need you to take me to a hotel, I can take care of myself.” I said. “Are you sure?” asked Gary. I walked towards Gary. I put my hands on his shoulders. “You don’t have to worry about me, Gary and they need you here.” I said. “Fine, let’s go.” he said. An hour later, we got to the hotel. Gary helped me carry my stuff up to my room. “Are you sure, you don’t want me to stay with you?” Gary asked. “Yes, I’ll be fine Gary. I love you.” I said, hugging him. After Gary left. I ran myself a bath. My phone rang, when I saw that it was Blake, I turned it off. I had already posted to my fans in Portugal that I didn’t feel good and was not going to be able to do my meet and greets. After my bath, I went to bed. The next morning I got up at 7:00 am. I checked my phone and I looked at my texts from Crystal. She said that she was sorry about what happened and would talk to them about it. I didn’t reply. I turned my phone off again. I decided that the only person I would text would be Harrison and I would avoid the internet at all costs. I got a taxi and went to the airport. I walked to the baggage claim and texted Harrison. He said to go to baggage claim number 5. When I got there I saw Harrison standing there with two suitcases and he even had Peanut and Buttercup. “Harrison, I can’t believe you actually came here and you brought my dogs.” I said. I hugged him and pet my dogs. “I figured you needed me in person.” said Harrison. “Come on, let’s go explore Spain.” he said. I smiled at him and I turned my phone off. We stopped by my hotel room so Harrison could drop his stuff off. We explored all around Barcelona. We even went to the beach. We ended up at a mall doing some shopping. We walked past a group of girls. The girls turned and chased after us because they recognized me. We ended up losing them when we ran into the bathrooms. “Whew, that was close.” I said. “Seriously, we could have been maimed.” said Harrison. “We have to find a way to get around without me getting recognized.” I said. Harrisoned smiled at me. “It sounds like you need a makeover.” he said. He gave me a hat and sunglasses to wear for the time being. He took me to a hair salon. We turned my hair from long dark brown wavy hair to straight medium length blonde hair with a streak of lilac. After that we went and got my eyebrows done and we bought some color contacts. My brown eyes turned Grey. Then Harrison bought me some new clothes that were different from my usual style. I looked completely different. We were both confident that no one would recognize me. “You look amazing.” said Harrison. After that we went to a Karaoke bar. “Do you think anyone would recognize me by my singing?” I asked. “I highly doubt it.” said Harrison. “Great.” I said. “What song are you going to sing?” Harrison asked. “I was thinking of revenge.” I said. “What do you mean?” asked Harrison. “You’ll see.” I said, standing up. I walked to the DJ and told him what song I wanted to sing. I decided to sing I Hate Myself For Loving You by Joan Jett and The Blackhearts. I watched the door open and Crystal, Noah, and  Blake walked in as I sang. Blake looked at me in shock. I looked at Harrison, who looked at me in shock too. Blake left after a few minutes. Noah went with him. Crystal sat down next to Harrison. After I finished performing, I sat down next to Harrison. “What are you guys doing here?” I asked Crystal. “I talked to Blake and Noah. Blake wanted to come talk to you, but I guess that’s not happening now.” said Crystal. “By the way, you look great.” she said. “Thanks, I thought you were supposed to be doing a show in Portugal.” I said. “We were, but Joan delayed the show, because she’s worried about you and she doesn’t want Blake doing something stupid like he did yesterday.” said Crystal. “I hate the way Blake and I left things, as much as I’m angry at him.” I said. “So you want to fix things.” said Crystal. I nodded. “Well we’re performing our show in Portugal tomorrow.” She said. “And Blake is planning on playing Sweet Child O’ Mine as their opener.” said Crystal. “I think I have a plan.” I said. “Crystal take us to Joan, I need to talk to her.” I said. “What about me?” asked Harrison. “I want you to come too, after all I did say “Take us””. I said  

Chapter 7 

A few hours later, we arrived in Portugal. “Let’s get inside.” I said, when we got to the venue. “Woah, woah.” said Gary. “Gary, it’s me, Brenna.” I said. “Oh, I didn’t recognize you.” said Gary. “It’s okay, I need to talk to Joan.” I said. He opened the door for us and we went inside. Since it didn’t matter if people recognized me, I stopped by the bathroom and removed my contact lenses. “Joan, how much longer till showtime?” I asked. “Brenna, what are you doing back?” asked Joan. “I want to make things right with Blake.” I said. “There’s 10 minutes left till showtime.” she said. I told Joan my plan. Harrison followed me to the dressing rooms, along the way we ran into the bassist for the backup band, Rocky. Rocky wasn’t able to link up with us on tour until the show in Portugal. Up til tonight, Crystal had been playing his parts on the keyboard. “Hey, Rocky.” I said. He and Harrison instantly made eye contact. Rocky had black hair that was pointed in a quiff. He also had dark eyes, a goatee, and pale skin. “Rocky, this is my best friend Harrison.” I said. He and Harrison shook hands. “Nice to meet you.” Rocky said. Harrison was speechless. After Rocky had gone to the stage, Harrison turned to me. “Who was that?” he asked. “That was my bassist, Rocky.” I said. “He’s hot, do you know if he is straight or not?” asked Harrison. I shrugged my shoulders. Once we got to the dressing room, I gave Harrison some tickets to the V.I.P lounge and a backstage pass, so he could watch the show. I hid in the dressing room til Blake and Noah went on stage. Then I blended in with some stage hands. I heard the first few chords of Sweet Child O’ Mine. Then I jumped in on the first verse. Blake looked shocked, but he couldn’t stop. “Brenna, what are you doing?” asked Blake between one of the breaks in the song. “I want to make things right. We’ll talk more after the song” I said, before going into the second verse. After the song ended, Blake put his guitar down and walked towards me. “So?” he asked. “I’m sorry if I haven’t been clear, but after I read your interview I was scared that you were letting fame go to your head. I just don’t want to lose the Blake I fell in love with.” I said. The audience awed when I said that. “I’m sorry too, I thought about what happened, and what I said during the interview wasn’t right. I just said things I thought people would want me to say.” said Blake. “Don’t let people decide who you want to be, just be yourself.” I said. Blake smiled. “I love you, Brenna. Thanks for looking out for me.” Blake said. I smiled too, then we kissed. “One last question though, will I ever get to sing Sweet Child O’ Mine or are you going to keep interrupting me?” he asked. Everyone laughed. “We’ll have to see.” I said, flirtatiously. “Do you want to sing on stage with us?” Blake asked. “Can I always sing on stage with you guys?” I asked. “You mean form a band?” Blake asked. “Yes, I finally realized what I want to do with music, I want to perform with my friends and boyfriend.” I said. “Good, I was worried you were calling me just your friend.” Blake said. Everyone laughed. “What song do we sing next?” I asked. “Whatever you want.” Blake said. “How about I Love Rock and Roll by Joan Jett?” I said. “Sounds good.” Blake said. We ended the show that night with Surrender by Cheap Trick. “That was great.” Joan said, when we walked backstage. “Is there any way to publicly apologize for that interview?” Blake asked. “You just leave that to me.” said Joan. “Okay.” Blake said. I turned towards Crystal and Noah. “Are you guys okay?” I asked. “Yeah, we worked things out.” said Crystal. “Honestly, during the interview, I was just following Blake’s lead. I didn’t expect him to say that stuff either.” said Noah. “Yeah, I’m sorry, we should have talked about what we wanted to say before the interview.” Blake said. “It’s cool.” said Noah. Harrison came backstage. “I’m glad everything worked out.” He said. “Me too.” I said. Harrison got up to use the bathroom. Rocky walked past us. “Hey Rocky, I have a question.” I said. “Shoot.” he said. “I have a friend who is interested in you, so are you straight or gay?” I asked. “I like men.” He said. “Then my friend will be very happy.” I said. Rocky pulled a chair up and sat backwards on it. “Can I have your friend’s number?” he asked. “Sure.” I said. Rocky left by the time Harrison came back from the bathroom. “I have something for you.” I said to Harrison as he sat down. I handed him the paper with Rocky’s number on it. “No way, you got his number for me.” Harrison said, excitedly. “Not only that, but I gave him your number.” I said. Harrison was so excited he could barely speak. That night, we all went back to the airport. We were going back to New York for a few days before going to Japan for the Asian leg of the tour. Our flight took off at midnight. We arrived in New York at about 8:00 in the morning. Blake and I got back to our apartment. “Do you want to listen to some music?” Blake asked. “Sure.” I said. Putting my bags down. He put on Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison. We danced the whole morning. 

The End

Epilogue

 The next day, I felt a little nauseous. I had also skipped a period. So I decided to take a pregnancy test. Blake was not home; he went to do an interview on Good Morning America. I watched his interview while I waited on the test. Buttercup and Peanut were resting next to me. I pet them anxiously. After the show ended, I walked back to the bathroom. I looked at the test results. My heart rate sped up. I thought about the drunken night after we went to the Tenth Bar. My hands shook as I looked at the pregnancy test in shock. “Brenna, are you okay?” Blake asked as he came into the loft. I looked at the pregnancy test and wrapped it in toilet paper and threw it in the garbage. I walked out of the bathroom. “I’m fine.” I said.    

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