#have you called a plumber to your home lately?

[joelslastofus]

[SUMMARY: Joel sleeps with his innocent married next door neighbor after fixing her sink.]

Smut

“He could see the guilt you felt, the confusion you felt when you suddenly smacked him across the face. He barely moved, accepting your hit with his hand still around your waist.”

The phone sitting right beside you, Joel could read the name on the called ID. It was your husband.

“Answer it” he whispered.

A tiny hint of Javier Peña in this

“Damn it, Henry” you sighed checking under your sink to see it was leaking much more than earlier. Of course your husband was coming home late once again from work leaving you to a messy kitchen. The water over flowing and it being late in the evening you knew no plumber would be available to come now. The thought of asking your neighbor Joel Miller was tempting but also a bit embarrassing this late in the day. Joel knew you and he knew your husband, the two of them weren’t exactly friends but whenever they’d see each other they’d have a quick talk about whatever game was going on. With a sigh you snapped yourself out of it and marched yourself to Joel’s front door.

It didn’t take long before Joel opened his door, intrigued to find you on the other end.

“Stella” he greeted you with half a smile.

“Hey, Joel…I’m sorry for bothering late. Henry won’t be back until God knows what time and my sink is leaking and-“

“Say no more,” he chuckled before calling out to Tommy letting him know where he would be.

Grabbing some tools from the back of his truck he followed you to your house right behind you. Not being able to stop himself from enjoying the view of the way you walked up the stairs, the move of your hips with each step his eyes were glued to your ass.

“Sorry again about this” he quickly looked up as you turned around opening the door for him.

“Don’t worry about it, darlin’” Joel always had a way with words, yet it wasn’t exactly what he said but more of how he said it.

Standing to the side you watched how he got to work under your sink. One of his legs lay flat while the other was bent, you couldn’t help but notice his navy blue shirt being pulled up slightly, revealing a light soft patch of hair that led to his-

“How long has this been like this?” Joel’s question distracting your thoughts, distracting your eyes.

“Oh uh-Henry tried to fix it but-“

“Yeah I could see that” he chuckled, his arms flexing as he worked. There you were again checking out Joel as he lay under your sink when your house phone rang.

“Not again, Henry” Joel heard you speak with disappointment, he couldn’t help but take a peak at you as stood by the counter.

“We’ve had to change it so many times, silly me for thinking you’d prioritize your wife” Joel looked down at you and watched as you sadly hung up the phone and pushed it aside. Before you knew it he was finished wiping his hands clean.

“That’s it?”

“Yes mam’” he smiled yet noticed the sadness in your eyes.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah” you sighed not being able to hide the disappointment you felt.

“Henry and I made four years last week and we’ve yet to celebrate it because theres always a reason for him to come home late, even bought this damn bottle of wine to surprise him,” you rolled your eyes. Joel tilted his head and crossed his arms listening to what you had to say.

“I can’t remember the last time we went on a date and we don’t even have children keeping us busy…ain’t that sad?” You chuckled sarcastically.

“I even bought this new stupid dress I’m wearing now to see if he’d like it and now I’m blabbing away-“

“You look beautiful in it” Joel’s compliment completely catching you off guard.

“Thank you” he watched as your eyes lit up before you realized you hadn’t even offered him a glass of water.

“Oh god, how rude am I? Would ya like a glass of water or tea? Coffee?”

“How about wine?” A playful look in his eyes as he motioned to the bottle you had just mentioned.

“You know what….why not?” You grabbed two glasses and the wine opener, pouring each a cup. Joel watched as you took a sip from your cup and tried to hold back a smile.

“What cha smiling about?” Joel asked with a smirk.

“If my husband knew I was standing here having wine with you-“ you laughed as he stepped closer to you.

“How would he feel about that? ” He asked curiously, a squint in his eyes.

“He probably wouldn’t like it” you looked down with embarrassment.

“Oh yeah?” He took another step closer.

“Or he’s probably too distracted right now with his secretary anyways too wonder what the hell I’m doing” you rolled your eyes before chugging the remainder of your wine. You always suspected your husband wasn’t faithful. Joel watched as you wiped your lips still lost in thought before you realized he was staring at you.

“Sorry- I know you don’t care to hear about any of that”

“Hmm..I don’t know darling I just find it hard to believe a man could get distracted with another woman when he has you at home” a light shade of red appearing on your cheeks as you quickly looked away. It had been a while since another man flirted with you so directly you didn’t know how to respond. Quickly pouring yourself another glass Joel chuckled as you chugged down what you poured. Silently he walked towards you, slowly pulling the glass away from your lips and setting it aside. You could feel your heart racing, leaning back against the counter as he looked down at your lips.

Was this actually happening?

“Joel” you whispered as his eyes found yours, his hands gently falling on your hips.

“You..you now I’m married..” you whispered as he pressed his body against yours. He was hesitant for a moment, analyzing your face.

“Happily?” His question making you react with a look of defeat.

No you weren’t happy, you hadn’t been for a long time and Joel could always see it whenever he saw you and your husband together yet you never expected this from Joel.

You couldn’t respond and before you even realized, he closed the distance between your lips and kissed you sending a shock through your body. Your eyes were open as he took you by surprise, his hand slowly closing around your waist pulling you harder against him before he gently parted away.

“I’d be a liar if I said I hadn’t thought of doing this for some time now” he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead.

“This ain’t very much gentleman like of me but for some reason….I don’t care” he smirked before kissing you again. This time you closed your eyes, your hands brushing up his chest and wrapping around his neck, your body melting into his. You were losing control forgetting what was right or wrong, he pushed aside the dishes behind you and quickly lifted you up onto the counter without parting his lips from yours. His hands sliding under your dress making you gasp and turn away from his lips.

“Joel….” You whispered. No other man beside your husband had touched you in almost a decade.

“I…I’ve never done this before…I have a husband” you spoke as if you were trying to remind yourself of the man you married. Joel could tell this was the first time any other man aside from your husband touched you. The thought giving him a rush.

Refusing to look up into his deep brown eyes barely able to make out your words you swallowed nervously.

“This is…it’s wrong” you made the mistake of looking up at him and found him staring at your lips, yearning to feel more of them.

“So tell me to stop” he whispered before looking up into your eyes.

“Tell me to stop and I promise I’ll leave, darlin’”

You knew you couldn’t.

You didn’t want him to.

Slowly you could hear the sound of him unbuttoning his jeans, his lips pressed against your cheek before slowly finding yours again. Joel knew you had never done something like this before, somehow that intrigued him more. He moved slowly, giving you the chance to stop him but he knew damn well you wouldn’t. Feeling his hands between your thighs you felt him slowly slide your underwear off your legs, throwing them to the side. Shoving your dress higher he positioned himself right at your entrance slowly sliding himself in you. Breathing each other in you moaned as his thrust pushed your body up against the wall. It felt exactly like you what you wanted.

What you needed.

Your arms slow grabbing onto his shoulders as he penetrated you deeply. A louder moan than you expected escaped your lips, Joel smirked looking down at how much you creamed all over his cock.

“Look at that..” he whispered roughly.

“Wanted it that bad, huh?” He thrusted harder when the house phone rang making you gasp. The phone sitting right beside you, Joel could read the name on the called ID.

It was your husband.

“Answer it”

“What?” You panted as he continued to move into you.

“Answer it” he demanded, his hand sliding behind your neck grabbing a chunk of your hair. A look you had never seen from him as he eagerly waited for you to do as he said.

Looking at the caller ID your heart sunk, what the hell was Joel thinking?

“Joel..I can’t” you whispered when he tugged at your hair.

“Yes you can” he held himself inside you deeply making you gasp.

“Hello?” You whispered, the phone shaking in your hand against your ear as Joel looked dead at you. Your husband of course making more excuses on how he would get home even later than he first said. Yet, for the first time in months…you didn’t care. Joel unexpectedly began to slam into you faster, a panic arising in your eyes as you felt yourself about to cum.

Your husband speaking as you attempted to control your breathing but at this level of pleasure it was impossible.

“I don’t know what damn time I’ll be home tonight so please don’t wait up for me, maybe I’ll see you in the morning. Don’t call my office either” Your husband continued as Joel watched your eyes begin to roll back. Biting his bottom lip as sweat dripped down his forehead he felt you tighten up around his cock.

“Hello? Are you even listening?!!” Your husband yelled when ecstasy exploded throughout your body.

“Yes!” You screamed uncontrollably, the phone slipping from your hands falling into pieces onto the floor. Grabbing onto Joel you moaned as he watched an orgasm take over you completely.

“Please…please-“ you begged as your body arched against him. Joel grunted pulling your hips closer to him thrusting his hips against you as you came.

“Joel…” you whispered, your body collapsing back against the wall. Out of breath you could barely say a word Joel quickly pulled out and came on your thigh making a sound of sweet relief.

A twist of emotions exploding through your chest. A pleasure you had never felt before mixed with a guilt you never knew you could feel.

“Oh my god…” you whispered as he turned away fixing himself up. Grabbing some paper towels you cleaned yourself off still in shock with what you had just done. Getting off the counter your legs felt like jello practically making you lose your balance. Joel quickly turned and held you up by your waist as you looked up at him feeling confused yet you didn’t know what to say. He could see the guilt you felt, the confusion you felt when you suddenly smacked him across the face. He barely moved, accepting your hit with his hand still around your waist. You attempted to push his hand off before he abruptly pulled you tighter against him. You gasped not expecting his reaction as he stared down at you intensely not saying a word.

“You-“ Joel grabbed your face pressing his lips to yours as you struggled to push away for just a second, his hands grabbing your wrists before you melted once again in his arms. Parting his lips from you he looked down breathlessly.

“It’s alright” he whispered as you looked up at him innocently. He knew what he had just done, but Joel didn’t regret it, hell he wished he could stay with you.

Kissing your forehead he silently left your home as you stood against the counter in shocker. Your phone still on the floor, your underwear right beside it with a drop of his cum you had noticed.

What the hell did this mean?

Joel went to his home and walked in casually passing Tommy who sat at the table eating a sandwich. Tommy didn’t even get to say a word with how quickly Joel hid himself in the bathroom starting the shower.

Staring at himself in the mirror he didn’t know what to feel. This wasn’t like Joel to sleep with a married woman yet the guilt he felt was more from you. The look in your eyes as you had realized what you had done he felt responsible for…yet he couldn’t keep himself away….

Part 2?

[joelsgreys]

what he didn’t do

Preoutbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader

summary: You’re very recently divorced, but that doesn’t stop a certain handsome, brown-eyed neighbor from taking you out on a date.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. divorced reader, no massive age gap (no specific age is mentioned, but reader is in her early 30’s and Joel is 35) slow burn, 10 year crush kind of deal. reader talks about her past relationship. mentions of food and alcohol. soft, caring Joel. first date fluff.

word count: 5.1k

a/n: so um how are we all doing after today, we still alive out there? 👀 no one asked for this, this fic is purely self indulgent, my lonely single ass is convinced that pre out break Joel would be just the most amazing gentleman on a date, he would be so perfect and just take the best care of you and treat a girl right…so here is what i whipped up.

He’ll treat me right, put me first, be a man of his word

stay home ‘cause he wanted to

always fight for my love

hold on tight like it’s something that he can’t stand to lose

Joel wasn’t all too sure how it even happened.

Earlier that afternoon, he’d gone on over to your place to deliver a piece of mail that the postman had accidentally put in his mailbox instead of yours. While Joel was there, you’d kindly asked him if he could recommend a good plumber that you could call because you had a stubborn leak under the kitchen sink that you needed to get looked at sooner rather than later. Wanting to save you both the hassle and the expense of having to hire someone, Joel had told you to hang tight for a minute and rushed back over to his house, only to return with his yellow toolbox in hand so that he could fix it for you, which he’d done in fifteen minutes flat—and now, just a few hours later into the evening, he was getting himself ready to take you out to dinner. 

And the real fucking kicker of it all was that he had been the one to ask you out, proposing the offer while his head had been buried in the cabinet underneath your leaking kitchen sink. At least that way, if you had rejected him, you wouldn’t have been able to see the look of complete and utter embarrassment on his face. But much to Joel’s surprise, not to mention, his relief, you’d eagerly accepted the invitation and even suggested tonight would be the perfect night if he didn’t have prior plans or commitments.

Hell, even if Joel did have prior plans or commitments, he would have canceled them for you without a single ounce of hesitation.

He’d discovered he would do just about anything for you.

Joel shrugged into the light tan, button up shirt that Sarah had helped him pick out earlier just before he’d jumped in the shower. At thirteen, she lived with her nose buried in fashion magazines lately and she didn’t trust him to successfully choose a proper outfit for the occasion on his own without guidance. It had been well over a few years since Joel had been on a date, as she had so kindly pointed out to him while she’d rummaged around through his mess of a closet. Although he insisted that it wasn’t a date, his teenager had scoffed and called him out on his bullshit. “Well, what else do you do you call it when two single adults go out to dinner together alone?” Sarah had challenged him as she held up a couple of different shirts up against his chest, searching for the perfect one. “Especially when one of those two adults has had the most obvious crush on the other one for what, like ten freaking years now?”

“It wasn’t that obvious,” he’d muttered to her in response. Peering at her curiously, he couldn’t help himself as he had asked her, “Was it?”

“Dad, your crush on her has been about as subtle as a brick to the face.” Letting out a huge laugh, Sarah had shoved the shirt she’d selected into his hands and tossed the losers right back into his closet. “Here, wear this one with those dark jeans, the bootcut ones. Don’t roll up the sleeves like you always do. And for the love of all that is holy, at least make an attempt to run a comb through that hair of yours,” she’d advised on her way out the door, leaving him to it.

Joel sighed and buttoned up the shirt, then tugged on his dark blue jeans and a pair of black leather boots—the only pair he owned that weren’t totally worn down to the soles. He finished getting dressed and proceeded to roll up the long sleeves of his shirt up to the middle of his forearms, tucking in the cuffs as neatly as he could. He could already hear his daughter scolding him over it, but screw it, Joel wanted to be comfortable, especially now that warmer weather had arrived in Austin. 

After rubbing just the slightest hint of his favorite sandalwood cologne on his neck and on the insides of his wrists, Joel finally left his bedroom and made his way downstairs, trying his absolute hardest to pay no mind to the nerves that were threatening to creep up on him. He entered the living room where he found Tommy sitting on the couch with Sarah, a plastic blue bowl of popcorn nestled between the two of them. Sarah, who had been busy shuffling through a stack of movies in her lap, looked up when she heard him walk into the room and narrowed her green eyes at him. “Come on, man! What did I say earlier about the sleeves?”

“You told me not to roll ‘em up. But I chose not to listen to you,” Joel quipped, eliciting an annoyed sigh from her. 

Tommy smirked at him. “So motherfucker, you finally did it, huh? You finally asked her out on a date.” His smirk widened. “Only had to wait, what, about ten fuckin’ years?”

Joel glared at his younger brother. “How did you even—?” He stopped abruptly and his dark brown eyes flickered over to Sarah, who shot him a guilty smile from where she sat. “Really? You just had to tell him?”

“Sorry,” she apologized, sheepishly. “It slipped.”

“Damn, big brother. Y’know, word on the street is that she just signed the divorce papers at the courthouse earlier this week,” Tommy remarked, taking a swig from his bottle of Lone Star as he leaned back into the couch. “You’ve got some real big fuckin’ balls to ask a freshly divorced woman out on a date that quick. I’ve gotta admit that I’m actually pretty fuckin’ impressed with you, Joel. Didn’t think you’d have it in you.”

“It ain’t a date,” Joel muttered out the lie, picking up his keys from the coffee table. “We’re just goin’ out to dinner is all.”

“That’s a date,” Tommy and Sarah stated together in unison.

Joel let out a heavy sigh, deciding that it was better for him to ignore their antics rather than to play into them. “You.” He pointed an index finger at Sarah. “Might not be school night, but I don’t want you stayin’ up too late. And you.” He turned his attention to Tommy. “I don’t want you havin’ any of your little female friends over while I’m out tonight, especially not while Sarah is home. That understood?” 

“Yes dad,” both their voices chirped together once again. 

Rolling his eyes, Joel bid them a quick goodnight and left the house, making his way across the lawn and over to your place. You lived in the smaller, single story yellow house right next door to his.

You’d moved in next to Joel and Tommy several years ago—Sarah had still been a toddler then and he had just started getting used to life as a single father. Joel would never forget the first time that he laid his eyes on you. He had been in his driveway, taking a look under the hood of his old truck, a hunk of garbage Ford Ranger from the nineties that he’d finally gotten rid of a couple years back and replaced with a Chevrolet Silverado instead; it hadn’t been much of an upgrade, but at least it didn’t break down on him as often. Joel had noticed a moving van in the driveway of the house next door, but he hadn’t given it a second thought. He had been so engrossed in what he’d been doing, but at some point, he looked up from the engine and turned his head at the precise moment that you happened to walk by with a cardboard box in your arms. You’d caught his gaze and offered him what had to be the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his entire fucking life. Joel had just set his wrench down and was about to head over to offer you some help when a man emerged from the back of the moving van with another box. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek as he led the way into the house. 

Turns out, that man had been your husband.

To say Joel had been sorely disappointed by the fact that you were married had been an understatement to say the least.

It hadn’t taken all too long before Joel met his new neighbors, although he often saw more of you than he ever saw your husband—the man traveled across the country for business and he would be gone for several days, even several weeks at a time. You were a homemaker and to help make life a little less mundane, you’d started something of a daycare in your home, offering to help fellow neighbors who needed someone to watch their younger children during their nine to five work schedules.

When Joel found himself putting in a brutal number of hours in at his construction job, he had struggled to find someone who was willing to look after his then three year old for such extended periods of time. You’d happily volunteered to help him out and you would watch Sarah from sunrise to about sundown for him without a problem. When she started kindergarten two years later, you continued to help Joel out, going as far as taking her to school for him and then picking her up afterwards. You’d never had any children of your own, but you still had maternal instincts, and as Sarah grew up, whenever she would need a woman’s guidance, she would go straight to you without hesitation and you were always there for her no matter what, no questions asked. 

Joel couldn’t have been more grateful for you.

He’d seen and spoken to you just about every day for the last decade—he’d even go as far as saying that the two of you were good friends, though since day one, he found himself longing for a hell of a lot more than just your friendship. Joel had thought he would have to shove his true feelings for you down for the rest of his natural born life, that is, until several months ago when he’d noticed the moving truck parked in your driveway one late afternoon as he and Sarah came home from one of her soccer games. Nearly in tears, Sarah had immediately hopped out of the pickup before Joel could even cut the engine and ran over, demanding to know why you hadn’t told her that you were moving—that’s when you fessed up and explained to her that you weren’t going anywhere, but your husband was.

Through whispers in the neighborhood, Joel discovered that you had filed for divorce and although no one knew the exact reason why, many suspected it had been your husband’s constant traveling for work that had done it. Denise, the nosy blonde woman who lived across the street from him swore up and down that he must have had some kind of adulterous affair behind your back—Joel simply told her she needed to lay off her dramatic daytime soap operas. 

Regardless of the reason why, you were now officially single.

And Joel was taking you out to dinner.

Whether it was an actual date or not, that hadn’t exactly been established. 

He made it up the front porch and inhaled a deep breath, exhaling it slowly through his nose before he knocked on your front door. When you opened it just a few seconds later, all of the wind had been knocked out of his lungs by an invisible force.

You wore a sky blue sundress with a sweet, white floral pattern printed all over it. Thin straps tied together at your shoulders and the hem of the skirt fell right to the middle of your thighs revealing a lot more of your silky smooth legs than he had ever seen before. You’d kept your makeup fairly light, and your hair fell loosely and naturally around your shoulders. Joel noticed you wearing a silver necklace, a butterfly pendant hanging from the chain. He recognized it, because he’d bought it for you, although it was Sarah who had gotten all the credit. She had given it to you as a gift for your birthday that passed by a few months ago. 

“Hey!” You beamed at him. “You’re right on time.”

“Hey.” Joel swallowed dryly. “You look really beautiful.”

You smiled shyly. “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself,” You returned the compliment, admiring the way the sleeves of his shirt hugged his biceps. “I have to hand it to you, you definitely clean up well, Joel.”

“Next time that you see Sarah, you’d best thank her. She deserves the credit,” he stated, eliciting a small laugh from you. “Are you all ready to go?”

You nodded, grabbing your purse and keys from the small glass table beside the door. You stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind you; after making sure that you’d locked it properly, you followed Joel across your front lawn and over towards his driveway. He led you to the passenger’s side of his dark blue Silverado and opened the door for you, holding his hand out to help you climb up into the seat. The gesture prompted you to shoot him a strange look.

He frowned a little. “What’s the matter?” 

“No, nothing,” You quickly assured him. You placed your hand in his larger one, the contact causing a jolt of electricity to shoot up the length of your spine. 

Joel helped you up into the truck and closed the door before making his way around the front of the vehicle and climbing into the driver’s seat. He shoved the key into the ignition and the pickup roared to life. He watched as you put on your seatbelt and then reached out, giving it a tug to make sure you were buckled in well enough. “Just makin’ sure you’re safe is all,” he uttered softly as you tossed him another puzzled glance. He reached over his shoulder for his own seatbelt and buckled it in before finally pulling out of the driveway. 

Out of his peripheral vision, Joel could see you wringing your hands together in your lap in something of an anxious manner—were you nervous?

In an effort to comfort you and ease the nerves, Joel reached out and turned up the volume of the radio. He normally kept it on his favorite country station and was just about to ask what station you preferred when you let out a tiny, excited gasp and turned to him, a radiant smile breaking out onto your face. 

���Oh, I love this song!” You told him, bringing your hands together in an enthusiastic clap. You then started singing along to the familiar lyrics. “Heads Carolina, tails California, somewhere greener, somewhere warmer, up in the mountains, down by the ocean—”

Joel turned briefly, raising an eyebrow at you. “Nineties country fan, huh?”

“Duh,” You replied playfully. “Nineties were and will probably always be the golden age of country.”

He grinned, turning his attention back onto the road. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

Biting back another smile at his words, you turned to look out of the window, nodding your head and tapping your foot along to the beat of the song as you watched the streets of Austin pass by in a blur of lights and people. 

Joel had chosen to take you to Antonio’s, a locally owned Italian place that was somewhere between casual and upscale dining. “Wait,” he told you, noticing you reaching for the door handle as soon as he’d parked in front of the restaurant. He jumped out of the driver’s seat and walked around, opening the door for you. Just like when he’d helped you into the truck back at his house, he offered you a hand to help you out of it. He kept his dark brown eyes on your feet, making sure you that didn’t fall or lose one of the brown sandals you were wearing. “Careful.”

“Thank you,” You said kindly to him as he closed the door behind you. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt him place his hand on the small of your back as he ushered you inside of the restaurant where a hostess led you to a small, round table out in the back patio. You thanked her and reached for your chair, but Joel instantly stopped you.

“Let me,” he insisted, pulling it out for you. He helped you into the chair and noticed you give him another strange look, similar to the ones you’d given him when he’d helped you into the truck and when he’d checked your seatbelt. “Why do you keep lookin’ at me like that? Do I have somethin’ on my face or what?” He asked jokingly as he took his seat across from you. 

You hesitated, but then confessed, “I’ve never had someone pull my chair out for me. I’ve never had someone open the car door for me or make sure I’m wearing my seatbelt.” You offered him a small, sheepish smile. “You don’t know how nice that is, Joel.”

Joel stared at you in complete disbelief.

Before he could say anything, a younger waitress appeared at the table to take yours and his orders for beverages. “I’ll just have a cabernet, please,” You ordered, politely. Not wanting to be the asshole who ordered a beer at an Italian place, Joel asked her for a glass of red wine too. She returned moments later with the drinks and then offered to take your orders for food. Both you and Joel decided on a chicken penne pasta dish that looked absolutely delicious. As soon as the waitress took your menus and disappeared back inside, you looked up at Joel and noticed his eyes were fixed intently on you. You felt a slight heat flood your face. “What is it?”

“Nothin’,” he answered, shrugging his shoulders innocently. “You just look really beautiful, that’s all.”

“You said that already,” You reminded him, letting out a breathless little laugh.

“I know.” Joel picked up his glass of wine. He took a quick sip before adding, “But someone as pretty as you deserves to hear it over and over again.”

The night went by fast, much too fast.

One minute, you were both enjoying your dinner and digging into delicious pasta, and the next, the table had been cleared completely, and so had all the other tables surrounding you—you two were the very last patrons in the restaurant. You and Joel had been so lost in conversation that neither of you had realized it was almost eleven and the restaurant was about to close in five minutes. 

“We’ve been sitting here talking for three hours,” You gasped lightly.

Joel chuckled. “Time flies when you’re in great company.”

You looked the bill on the table, which the waitress had dropped off over an hour ago, and reached for it, but Joel was quick to snatch it away from you. 

You pinned him with a stern look. “Come on, Joel! You fixed my kitchen sink for free, paying for dinner is the least I could do—”

“A lady never pays on a date.”

Your lips parted slightly in pleasant surprise. “Oh. So this is a date?”

Joel laughed as dug his brown leather wallet out from the pocket of his jeans. “I mean, it doesn’t have to be a date if you don’t want it to be. But I still ain’t lettin’ you pay.”

“I do.” You told him softly after a minute. “I do want it to be a date,”

Joel’s eyes met yours across the table and he smiled, looking relieved. “Good. ‘Cause I would’ve been kinda crushed if you’d said otherwise.”

He dropped a couple of twenty dollar bills on the table and stood up. He noticed you about to do the same when he shot you a warning glare.

“Oh. Right.” You giggled and waited until he stood up and held his hand out to you, helping you out of your chair.

As the two made your way out of the restaurant and out to his truck, Joel didn’t let your hand go.

“Thank you again for inviting me out to dinner tonight,” You said sweetly as Joel walked you up the porch steps to your front door. You rummaged through your purse and pulled out your house keys, pausing for a brief moment as you peered shyly up at him through your eyelashes. “Would you like to come in for a drink?”

Joel’s heart skipped an anxious, but eager beat. “I think I’d really like that.”

You turned back to your door and your hand trembled slightly as you jammed the key into the keyhole to unlock it and judging by the way Joel let out a soft chuckle beside you, you were certain that he’d noticed it. You pushed the door open, closing it behind you once the two of you had slipped inside. Setting your purse and keys down, you gestured for him to follow you into your living room where you nodded for him to have a seat on the dark blue velvet couch before you walked towards the kitchen. “What’s your poison?” You called out to him over your shoulder as you began rummaging around in your cabinets for two glasses. 

“I’m partial to scotch,” he called back. He then added, “If you’ve got it, of course”

“How do you take it?”

“Neat’s just fine.”

You giggled as you prepared a glass of scotch for him and a glass of red wine for yourself. “Oh you’re just so classy, aren’t you Miller?” Before anything, you did a quick mirror check in the stainless steel toaster on the kitchen counter, making sure that not a single hair was out of place. You then took a deep breath, picked up the glasses, and walked back out into the living room. Handing Joel his glass, you took a seat beside him on the couch; you sat close to him, so close that his arm was pressed against yours. Somehow that wasn’t even remotely close enough. You wanted to be closer and hoped he felt the same. 

“By the way, thank you again for fixing the sink for me,” You told him after taking a sip of your wine. “You probably saved me a couple hundred bucks.”

“Oh, it’s nothin’ really,” Joel reassured you. He nudged your arm. “If you ever need me to take a look at anythin’ around the house, please don’t hesitate to call me. I don’t want you reachin’ out to plumblers and electricians, those crooks will see a sweet little lady like yourself and see nothin’ but fuckin’ dollar signs. I don’t want anyone takin’ advantage of you, so when you’ve got a problem, you call me first alright?”

You gazed down into the burgundy depths of your glass, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I really appreciate that, Joel.” You brought yourself to look up at him, admitting, “Now that I’m living alone, it worries me. Having to take care of this house all by myself.” 

Joel gripped his glass tightly, a hesitant expression on his face. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Of course.”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. And if it offends you in any way, you’re more than welcome to just give me a good kick in the—”

“Joel!” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at him. “Just ask me the damn question already.”

“What happened between you two?”

The smile on your face faded away, but you didn’t seem upset at him. “Well, what all have you heard?”

Taking a sip of his scotch, Joel shrugged. “Couple of rumors here and there, but I ain’t the type to believe in gossip. Would rather hear the truth from the source.”

“What did Mrs. Adler have to say about it?”

He snorted into his glass. “That you two probably could have saved your marriage had you just gone to church.”

You couldn’t help but laugh—Mrs. Adler was nice enough, but that woman could really be something else. She was always telling people they had to get right with Jesus. 

“So?” Joel prompted you. “What did he do?”

You sighed and turned your body slightly, angling it towards his. “He did quite a bit. Put me through hell, to be honest with you. But you know, I’m not the type to air someone’s dirty laundry. So, I’m not going to tell you what he did.” You paused, your fingers lightly tapping the sides of your glass. “But I’ll tell you what he didn’t do.”

Joel nodded silently, but in understanding.

“He didn’t treat me right. He didn’t treat me the way I deserved. He never wanted to spend time with me. He never wanted to be home with me, which is all I ever wanted from him. He’d travel so much for work, and when he would finally come back after being away, I would be so excited to just be with him.” You scoffed bitterly at the thought of it. “The minute he landed, he would drop his luggage off and head straight to some bar with his buddies. All I’d want is for him to just stay in with me for a night, watch a movie with me, talk with me because I missed him so much while he was gone. But he never chose me. He would never put me first, no matter how many times I asked.” You shrugged and leaned over, setting your glass of wine down on the wooden coffee table before leaning back into the couch. “It probably sounds really stupid but—”

Joel placed a hand on your bare knee, causing your flesh to erupt in goosebumps. “It doesn’t sound stupid at all.”

Finding a bit of courage, you placed your hand on top of his and continued on, “He never made me feel like I was someone worth fighting for, you know? Like my love was something worth fighting for. He made me feel like nothing, Joel. It got to the point where sometimes I believed it—I felt like I was nothing.”

Joel gave your knee a gentle squeeze. “I sure as hell hope you don’t feel that way now,” he said, his lips tugging down into a frown. “Because you’re fuckin’ everythin’.”

Your eyes flickered up to meet his and you had to silently remind yourself to breathe.

Leaning over, Joel set his glass down on the coffee table right beside yours. He turned to you and lifted his hand, touching the side of your face, his thumb delicately sweeping over the silky skin of your cheek. “A woman like you deserves the world and nothin’ less. You know that, don’t you?”

“Joel?” You whispered out his name, your heart racing in your chest at a rate that you were certain had to be much too fast for the human body to withstand. 

“Yeah?”

“Can you please kiss me?”

Joel’s hand cradled your face gingerly as he obliged, leaning in so his lips could meet yours in the kiss that he’s been aching to give you for the last yen years. He was gentle and he was sweet with it, but after a minute, he found himself lightly nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth, silently asking permission for more. He felt your lips part slightly against his and he eagerly deepened the embrace, his hand moving to the back of your head while his other found your bare knee again.

Another wave of courage washed over you and you placed your two hands on his chest, pushing him back against the soft, velvet fabric of your couch. You swung a leg over both of his and straddled his lap, your hands now clutching fistfuls of his shirt. 

Joel’s own hands went to your hips and he groaned into your kiss.

You pulled away from him, the tip of your nose lightly touching his as the two of you struggled to catch a breath.

“Let me be the one to treat you the way you deserve,” he murmured after a minute, lifting one of his hands to brush your hair back behind your shoulder; his fingertips lightly brushed against the strap of your dress, and it took every ounce of strength he had in him not to pull it down your arm. “Just give me the chance and I’ll hang the moon for you, darlin’—hell, for you I’ll hang the entire fuckin’ galaxy.”

Your heart swelling at his words, you grinned just before pressing your mouth to his once again. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Joel chuckled with a smile against your lips.

You clung to him with fervor, kissing him with a passion that had the both of you seeing stars. Your hands were everywhere, touching, feeling anything part of him you could, eliciting another groan from him as you started grinding down into his lap. Your fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel more. 

“Whoa, whoa.” Joel caught both your hands in his and let out a breathless laugh. “Hey. Slow down, sweetheart.”

You looked at him with wide eyes. “Oh I’m sorry, I-I thought you wanted—"

“Oh I do want it, trust me. Pretty sure you can feel how much I want it.” Joel chuckled again, knowing damn good and well that you could feel how hard he’d become for you as you sat in his lap. His hands toyed with the hem of your sundress. “Seein’ you in this dress all night, trust me I want nothin’ more than to have you right here, right now. But I like you way too fuckin’ much to risk messin’ this up by movin’ too fast.”

You pouted at him. 

“Oh c’mon darlin’ put that lip away.” Joel lifted his hand, taking your chin between his thumb and index finger. “All I’m sayin’ is that we ain’t gotta rush this. Trust me, you’ve got me hooked already and I don’t plan on goin’ anywhere, alright?”

You almost groaned out in frustration.

He just had to be a fucking gentleman when it came to sex, too.

You sighed in defeat, resting your hands lightly on his chest. “Fine,” You relented with a tiny eye roll, causing him to grin in amusement. You playfully poked his sternum. “But if you don’t fuck me senseless by the third date, we’re going have a problem, Miller.”

Joel groaned, feeling himself grow even harder at the way such a filthy statement had come out of a woman with the face of an angel. “Keep talkin’ like that and you’re goin’ to make it impossible for me to wait that long.”

“Maybe that’s the goal,” You winked at him.

“Just stop talkin’ and c’mere.” He pulled you forward, fusing your mouth to his once again.

[crashthegates]

Jonathan Frakes Asks You Things Ask Game

CREDIT FOR THE ORIGINAL VIDEO/EDIT GOES TO ZANE GOLIA ON TWITTER/YOUTUBE

Have you ever walked out of a mall into a huge parking area and realized you'd forgotten where you parked your car?

Ever gone mountain biking?

What do you want to be when you grow up?

What's the right tip?

Have you called a plumber to your home lately?

How superstitious are you?

How much money would it take to make you spend a night in a cemetery?

Would you display this (antlers) as a trophy?

Do you have a pet?

Do you have a sweet tooth?

Do you believe in the power of a curse?

Have you had your hearing tested lately?

Planning a trip soon?

Can you remember the tallest man you've ever seen?

Do you love to go a-wandering beneath a clear blue sky?

Do you notice what big stars' real estate agents have become?

Are you careful with your personal records?

Does your computer ever seem to have a mind of its own?

Have you ever visited a China Town section in a major city?

Have you ever visited a flea market?

Have you ever visited a truck stop?

Did you ever have a job as a waiter?

Have you noticed how many successful restaurants are theme based these days?

Have you ever had the desire to write your initials in wet cement?

[octuscle]

Hello support! I hope you can help me because I am not good with this kind of tech and I don't want to make a mess! You see, I have taking bad decisions all my life. I decided to ignore I was gay and lived a straight life for 40 years... I never took care of my appearance and now I am a 42 yo man with a bellly, and I don't seem to be making any progress at gym.

I think... I feel like it's too late. I feel that even if I change the way I live from now on, I have lost too much time, too many experiences... and I want to use Chronivac to turn my life 180º. I don't really have a specific type of life in mind, but I hope you have some great presets for me.

Can you help, please? Thanks!

Fuck, dude! You've been sweating out your sexual desires your whole life? And this pathetic body is all you've achieved in the gym? Okay, good that you came to me. It would be terrible if things got any worse. Lie down, get some sleep, I'll take care of it.

Since your wife threw you out on the street, you've been living in a small boarding house until you find something better. The bathroom is in the hallway and you share it with the other tenants. Most of them are plumbers and other tradesmen working on a construction site in the area. They wait in front of the toilet. It's occupied, of course. You hear the flush. The door opens. A mason of the highest caliber comes out. His dick is still sticking out of his pants, which he only closes casually. You make eye contact. A little too long. The synapses in your brain run amok. You go to the bathroom. You leave the door unlocked. You drop your pants. The door opens. Jackpot!

You did good for a virgin. You blow like the devil. And you know how to massage a cock in your tight asshole. The men waiting outside the toilet grin shamelessly as first the bricklayer and then you come out. One of them slips you a note with his phone number and tells you to call him. Shit, you forgot to piss because of all the sex. And you haven't showered either. What time is it anyway? Dude, you're a little out of it. It's only 6:30. Sure, the workers are already leaving. But you just got off work. Being a doorman is a hard job. Lie down first. Your landlady already knows. Breakfast is usually served at 16:00.

The first guests are already coming home when you wake up. Dressed only in your jockstrap, you shuffle across the hall to the bathroom. There are phone numbers on the walls. Usually with a crude drawing of a cock above it. You take your magnificent piece out of your underpants. 20 centimeters flaccid. With an impressive PA on top. Fits well in your calloused hand. As you pee, your eyes wander up your forearms. Were those tattoos there yesterday?

You're sitting in the breakfast room in your tracksuit. You're watching porn on your cell phone. One hand always on your dick. You're always horny. Hey, 42 is no age. You're at the peak of your manhood. You grab your gym bag, kiss the landlady goodbye, and head to the shabby basement boxing gym in the red-light district.

It's around 8 p.m. when you come out into the fresh air. Three hours of hard training, jumping rope, punching bag, sparring, technique training, lifting weights. And then a cold shower. No soap. No deodorant. Routine for more than ten years. And it shows. Fuckin' fit. A machine. You belong here, among hookers, pimps and drug dealers. This is your world. You go to your favorite falafel restaurant almost every night. Because the falafel is good. And because the chef's son is hot and horny. Dinner and a fuck - a good way to start the evening. And then you open your club. It was always your dream to create a gay club, bar and brothel concept. You had the right instinct. The concept has been successful for years. Partygoers love your place. Within an hour or two, the dance floor and dark rooms are full.

You're one of the toughest bouncers in town. But it's also one of the hottest clubs in the city. And you're only at the door until two or three o'clock. Then you check the situation in the club. And if there's something hot to fuck, you check the situation in the darkrooms particularly carefully.

[lilnightwing]

[a-real-fast-goose]

[wondernus]

omg hiii idk if you'll remember me but I sent that one junhui req of him anonymously sending little gifts!!

anyway back with more jun, aka jun drunk confession bc A. they hits a soft spot in me and B. I feel like he deserves one or deserves to give one (your choice😌)

pairing: wjh x reader (gn)

tags: alcohol, drunk character, food | f2l, angst

wc: 800

a/n: omg hi anon!! of course, I remember you!! I know it's been MONTHS since you sent this ask so tysm for waiting this long (but it's oki if you forgot about this 😭). I hope life is treating you well and everything is going well for you.

He arrives home at around ten, happily singing “I’m home,” knowing that you’re the type of person to worry about him if he tells you he will be out late. And he hates seeing you sit in bed, eyebrows furrowed, and never able to sleep unless you know that your best friend is okay. So he hopes his little greeting can soothe your restless soul before you finally fall asleep.

Quietly shutting the door behind him, but not without stumbling around a lot, he hugs his plastic bag of convenience store snacks close to his chest. Because even drunk Jun, giggly and head-empty drunk Jun, would still go out of his way to go to the convenience store near his job to grab some items as you are the only person on his mind. And he drops the bag on the kitchen counter, flinching when he hears the crash and clang of the two aluminum cider cans against the granite countertop.

But home is dark, and the crashing sound of the bag against the counter echoes in the space it occupies. Maybe there is the echo of the leaky bathroom sink faucet you keep hounding him to get fixed or the occasional murmur from the television of the old couple next door, but tonight, Wen Junhui hears nothing. And it’s only when he finishes taking the contents out of his plastic bag that he realizes that he forgot to turn the lights on.

So he quietly giggles to himself, laughing at his silly little mistake. Because he is home, he can navigate the entire layout without opening one eye. He knows how the side table next to the couch angles outwards and how you align your house slippers neatly next to the shoe rack when you leave home while his slippers are always strewn across the entrance after he somehow always leaves for work a few minutes behind his schedule. He knows the way in which each room smells and how the kitchen smells after your failed attempt at flipping pancakes – how the hair straightener smells when you stand behind him while trying to style his hair.

Stumbling his way to the bathroom, he sighs in relief when he gets to lean against the bathroom sink counter while he washes his hands. Scrubbing the soap between each finger, being sure to clean underneath his fingernails, he makes a mental note to call the plumber tomorrow.

His phone vibrates when he receives a notification. It is a text from a drinking buddy asking if he is okay. Of course, that is what he tells himself. Junhui thinks that there is no better day to go home early to confess his love for his best friend than today. Everything feels right, and it is not just the liquid courage talking.

Besides, you never have to stop confessing your love for somebody even when you’re in a romantic relationship with them. That’s what you always told your boyfriend after giving him a soft kiss on the top of his head while he laid his head against your chest.

Oh, how he loves laying in your welcoming arms.

Another notification sound emitted breaks him away from his transient daydream. The buddy tells his drunk friend not to do anything dumb like visiting another person’s house at night.

The text leaves Jun dumbfounded as to why he would even go to another person’s house when he could just go home to you.

So he stumbles to his bedroom, forgetting his phone on the tiled counter. He squats on the floor beside your sleeping figure, mumbling about how much he loves you while he swats his hand around the dark to reach for the small table lamp the two of you chose at a flea market during one of your first few dates. It’s technically yours; you’re the one who chose and bought the lamp. But his hand never touches something tangible until it comes down hard against the nightstand where the table lamp is supposed to be.

And it stings. The way his tender flesh prickles with pain only sobers him.

And he crumples to the floor after losing balance on his legs, after losing the balancing person in his life.

You broke up with him last month. Your lamp is gone. But he still repeats his same routine every night, making space for you in his life even without your presence, just like clockwork. And it feels empty and lonely sitting in the dark, leaning against the side where his past lover used to lay. And he wishes his love confessions will find a soft place to land, one as soft as your cheek against his lips.

Maybe one day he will learn a new rhythm in which he can love himself unconditionally. Tonight, however, he unfortunately still loves you.

-> requests closed but if you want to talk sfw svt: let's chat!

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Take Care of You: Wakasa Imaushi & Keizo Arashi x Fem!Reader

synopsis: As a Bonten Exec, Takeomi spends a lot of time away from home. But he always makes sure you're taken care of.

wc: 1.4k

tw: smut, dub-con

masterlist

"I can't wait until you come home, Omi," you purr into the phone. "I've been needing a man's touch for a while now, you know..."

"I won't be home for another few days, babe." You pout as the phone is pressed to your ear. "I'm sorry, Mikey has us--"

"It's fine," you interrupt, shaking your head to yourself. "I was hoping you'd be back in time before my cycle starts... We'll have to figure something else out when I see you." Takeomi hums softly, no doubt feeling the lack of sex already weighing on his mind.

"Do you need to be taken care of?" You perk up on the couch, leaning forward at your husband's suggestion.

"Taken care of?"

"I can always provide something satisfying for you if you're so inclined. You know that." You do know that, but you'd never felt the urge to take him up on the offer. Not until now.

"Just this once," you breathe. "Will you buy me a toy or...?"

He chuckles. "Let me make some calls. I'll text you if things work out."

Right before 8 pm, your phone buzzes, and Takeomi's ringtone echoes in your bathroom. You reach up to grab your device as you lounge in the bathtub, surrounded by lavender-scented bubbles and jasmine soap.

Two men are coming to the house. Let them in, ask if they want some coffee, and do what they say. No matter what.

Two men? You type out a reply, but you're interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Shit. You clamor out of the tub and quickly wrap a towel around yourself before tugging the robe off your closet door.

"C-coming!" There are a few more knocks as you rush down the stairs, hair still damp as you throw open the door. "Yes?" Two men are standing at your door, dressed in all black, and the taller, darker one speaks first.

"Sorry for the interruption, Mrs. Akashi. Mr. Akashi sent us instructions to help you with some issues?"

"Of course..." you whisper, stepping aside. "Come in." The two men step inside the house, and you eye the shorter one, noting his unimpressed glances and aloofness. "Would you two like some coffee?" The taller one sits on the couch in the living room and grunts, looking around the room in appreciation.

"It's a little late for coffee," the shorter one mutters, taking the Dango stick out of his mouth. "But thanks for the offer." You nod, clasping your hands together after closing the door.

"Takeomi mentioned an issue with the pipes. Sounds like they're out of commission." You frown.

"Pipes?" The taller one takes off his jacket, laying it across the back of the couch and revealing his rock-hard muscles and tattoos.

"Pipes," the shorter one insists, laying his jacket on the couch beside him.

"My friend, Waka, is a professional at getting them unclogged," the dark-skinned one begins. "Getting them wet again, if you will. Then I'll come in after and ensure they're in proper working condition with my careful technique."

"I didn't realize we had faulty pipes," you mutter. "Must've slipped Takeomi's mind when we had the plumber here last month..."

"Oh, we're specialists," Waka mentions. "We don't service many other pipes here in Tokyo. Keizo and I only come for certain pipes." The two men look at each other and chuckle briefly. You're at a loss for words.

"Can you take us to the master bedroom, Mrs. Akashi?"

"Sure..." You carefully walk up the stairs and allow the men to follow you, coming to half a realization when you arrive in the bedroom. "There aren't any pipes in here."

"Of course there are," Keizo murmurs, walking past you and looking at the bed you share with Takeomi - when he's there. "Sturdy bed." He grips the bedposts and nods, looking over to Waka as he sits on the sheets. "You gonna get to work or..." The door shuts behind you, and you jump a little when hands find the small of your back.

"Surprised you didn't catch on sooner, Mrs. Akashi," Waka purrs behind you, pushing you gently toward the bed. "Takeomi sent us to take care of you and your personal needs." Waka hitches your robe over your hips and pulls your towel down before leaning you over the bed and right into Keizo's lap.

"I--" You pant, gripping the sheets.

"No, no," Keizo whispers, running his hands over your arms. "Let us do the work." A tongue darts out and touches your clit. You shiver, holding onto the sheets and allowing Waka to run his tongue up and down your slit with precision. When you let out a long moan, Keizo hums at you and tilts your head up, looking into your eyes. "That's our good girl..."

Your breath hitches, and for a moment, you wonder if you're being too slutty, being too much of a whore by allowing these men to control your body and your pleasure. But the thought is pushed to the back of your mind as Waka sucks on your clit roughly, making your knees weak. Your drop your head down in Keizo's lap and pant, noticing the rock-hard erection throbbing on your forehead.

"Waka, you sound like you've been hungry," Keizo teases, and Waka pulls back, whispers a harsh "fuck you," and goes back to sucking and licking your juices. You relax into the hypnotic rhythm, and before you can get too heady from lust, Waka pulls back and clears his throat.

"She's wet as fuck."

"Good." Keizo gets up and pulls out a condom, unzips his pants, and shucks his underwear off. "Been waiting for this all day." They swap spots, and Waka takes out his cock, stroking it lazily while you watch. Fingers probe at your entrance, then a fat cockhead presses against it, pushing past your tight walls to find its way inside of you.

"Suck my balls," Waka commands you, and you obey, closing your eyes and sucking on them lightly. Keizo pulls back and then goes forward again, sinking deeper into you. Before long, he's all the way inside, and he lets out a long groan, gripping both of your hips while Waka pulls your head up.

"Fuck..." Keizo groans, watching in rapt fascination as Waka's cock slips past your lips. You slowly bob your head up and down, trying your best to keep as much cock inside of your mouth as you can. Keizo starts thrusting at a moderate pace, his hands keeping you steady as Waka's fingers lace through your almost-dry hair and move your head for you. "So fucking pretty."

"A good little cocksucker," Waka moans, nestling your head down on his cock completely before letting you back up for air. "Takeomi is so kind for sharing, isn't he?"

"Sure is," Keizo grunts. You keen around the cock in your mouth and move your hips back and forth to satisfy the man behind you, your mind going dumb as you're stuffed with strange dick. "I ought to give him my next paycheck."

"Shit," Waka gasps, his eyes screwing shut as you drool all over his dick. "Sloppy head, too? Fuck's sake..." Keizo's breath hitches, and he begins to fuck you faster. You look up at Waka through lashes, and he hisses, pulling out of your mouth with a forcefulness you know proceeds an orgasm. Waka pants while he jerks himself to completion on your face, his cum landing on your eyes, lips, and cheeks.

Keizo continues to go as fast as he desires, and you groan and moan, reaching your fingers down to play with your clit. "Gonna cum," you whine, and Keizo nods, reaching a hand around your neck and pulling you up, slightly adding pressure to choke you.

"Cum on this fucking dick," he chants in your ear. "That's what you're supposed to do... Cum and show your husband what he's missing."

"Fuck!" You're not sure when the camera came out, but when you turn your face to see the phone, you come undone, every part of you lighting up at the thought of Takeomi watching this later. Keizo cums with a long, deep groan, his hips bucking against your ass repeatedly until he stops. You're left gasping for air when he pulls out, aiming the camera at your face one more time.

"That's a satisfied customer if I ever saw one." Keizo teases, rolling the condom off his shrinking length. "Say 'thank you', sweetheart."

"Thank you, Omi," you murmur, licking cum off your lips. "Can't wait to see you."

[el-dibidibidorado1]

PLUMMER

A/N: I'm late like always! But when writers block and life interfere, I'm late. Here ya go! @therealbattleangel

Warnings: slight cussing

Parings: Tom Grant x Reader

Word count: 2k

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You just moved into your new place, It was small but it quickly became a home for you, something that rarely happens when moving.

With every new place it came with some defective parts and right now you kept on struggling with this one.

"Come on you piece of shit!" You said trying to untied the bolt that held the tube and sink connected.  You had googled why it wasn't draining or why a musky rotten smell came out of it.  You managed to use some chemicals and got rid of the smell, thank god, but the drainage still kept on going slow. So now you were trying to open the tube and see if something was stuck in there, that is what the nice man on YouTube said.

You cursed a few times when the thing wasn't budging. You grown frustrated and accidentally hit one of the water lines making it burst open.

"What the fuck!" The cool water kept on hitting your chest and face as you tried to reach over and shut the water line off. You gasped a couple of times feeling the water run up your nose until you finally switched it off.

"Shit" you said and grabbed a dry towel and your phone. You dialed the previous owners phone number and began laying dry towels on the floor trying to clean up the mess.

"Hello?"  The lady picked up and you quickly stopped what you were doing.

"Yes, Hi. I'm Y/n, the person who moved bought your trailer." You hear her gasp and tried making conversation but you were freezing your ass off and there was still a leaking pipe.

"Sorry for my rambling. What do you need honey?" You faked a laugh and said that 'it's okay! I enjoyed the talk' which was a load of shit. You were fed up with the damn sink!

"Do you have a handy man? Or someone who is a plumber? The bathroom sink isn't working right and I think that I made it worst." You heard a shuffling from the other line.

"Oh goodness. I actually do have someone I  mind. I'll give him a call and he'll be ther in less than five minutes if he is home." You sighed relieved and thanked the lady before hanging up. You began cleaning the water and putting the wet towels in the hamper when there was a knock on the trailer door.

"Coming!" You yelled and rushed to the door. You swung it opened almost hitting the person.

"You the guy?" You asked looking back into the bathroom making sure it was clean.

"Yeah." His voice sounded charming that you snapped your head back towards him. His brown eyes caught yours in a flash. He was incredibly handsome for a guy around these parts.

"Tom." He stretched out his hand and you shook it. His touch sent a shock to your body that you quickly removed your hand from his.

"Y/n. Come in! Bathroom is far end." You moved aside and let him through. Tom walked in and you pointed at the bathroom door. He winked at you and made his way. You were stuck with a blush running up your cheeks that you had to slap you cheek to snap out of it.

"What's the problem?" You followed behind him and explained what had happened, also your little fit costing one of the water lines. He kneeled down and began inspecting the sink. You kept on missing the side glances that Tom gave you while you kept on trying to clean up the water.

"Yeah-" you cut him off.

"Yeah what?" You said looking at him.

"The water line is fucked and I have to unscrew the pipe to see what is stuck in there." He said. You sighed annoyed knowing that, that was the reason why you were trying to unscrew it in the first place.

"I know." You mentioned and scooted closer towards him and began pointing out stuff under the sink. His eyes where glued to the way your wet hair stuck cutely to your face and how your lips moved, let's also mention how your wet shirt exposed some skin.

"Hello?" You waved your hand making him look away and closed his eyes.

"You okay?" You asked feeling a bit uncomfortable.

"Yeah it's that your wet shirt is a bit distracting and kind of sexy." He bluntly says. Your eyes snap down and see what he was referring. Your arms try and cover yourself but fail making you look ridiculous.

"Oh shit!" You said and ran towards your tiny bedroom slamming the door shut. Tom laughed and used one of the tools that he had on him to try and twist the screw, but he was struggling the same way you did. You on the other hand placed your hand on your chest feeling yourself breath heavily.

"You stupid fuck!" You angrily whispered to yourself when you see yourself in the mirror. You struggle to take off your wet clothes and drop it on the floor with a wet slap and rush to get a dark colored shirt. While making sure that you looked somewhat presentable a knock on your bedroom door made you jump.

"Its Tom! " you ridiculously rush towards the door and swing it open hitting your head with the edge.

"Yeah?" You rubbed your head and looked at him. He had a sweet smile on his face just taking your breath away.

"I see why you struggled. The last person sealed it pretty tight." He leaned against the doorframe and winked at you again. Heat took over your cheeks and it made him feel confident.

"You got to stop that." You said making him smile brightly.

"What?" Tom played dumb.

"I don't even know you and you just began flirting right off the top." You began feeling small as he scooted a bit closer to you.

"Whose fault was it to open their door to a single guy while they had their little wet tshirt contest." You ducked your head trying to hide the redness.

"It wasn't intentional, alright." You responded.

"I know..." he enjoyed how your ears turned a cute pink and how a strand of hair stuck against your cheek.

"You know..." he gently removed the strands of hair from your cheek.

"After I fix the sink, imma need some type of payment."  Your mind quickly went dirty and snapped your head up.

"What?! I bearly know you and you want-" he raised his hands to stop you. He understood that his words sounded inappropriate but his intentions were innocent. He laughed at your cute face and pulled away.

"I was wondering if you could pay me with a date." His demeanor turned shy and childish.

"You know, an Ice cream date by the beach side." You froze and made eye contact with him for a few seconds.  You knew that once he finished his sentence you had already screamed 'yes' in your head. Now you just needed to be vocal about it.

"Okay..." you said. He smiled brightly and backed out of your room, fumbling with a wrench he had in hand.

"Only if you fix the sink!" You yelled.

"Got it!" He exclaimed and jogged to the bathroom.

You patently waited as he finished the sink. You couldn't help but glance at him from your kitchen. He was incredibly attractive that you felt as if you're in a dream.

"Tom?" You called with a glass of lemonade in hand. He was screwing on the waterline and looked up at you.

"Need any help?" He shook his head and stood up.

"Just finished." He smiled when you handed him the glass.

"Good lemonade." He finished it and handed back the glass. The two of you stayed quiet and enjoyed each other's company when he looked at his watch.

"Its getting late if we want to get that ice cream." You nodded and grabbed your phone and wallet. The walk to the ice cream shop was long but seemed short while Tom kept on flirting with you.

"Two swirls, please." Tom said and payed the ice cream.  He handed it to you and he took a huge bite of his.

"Oh God. You know you're supposed to enjoy the ice cream." You giggled.

"Its hot. It'll melt fast." He responded and grabbed your free hand unexpectedly. You took advantage and began feeling his hand. It was rough and really warm while yours were clamy. You wanted to pull away but his hand tightened and began pulling you.

"Woah!" You said when he started jogging.

"Hurry! We're going to miss it!" You were confused but kept up with him. He kept on pushing pass people and got closer to the beach.

"What?! What are we going to miss?!" The now, night sky began lighting up. You looked up and see bright colors and kids yelling excitedly.

Tom slowed down and found a perfect rock for the two of you. The view was beautiful with the lighting making the ocean look like if it was dancing.

"Fireworks! How'd you know?!" Your eyes shined as you sat down on top of the rock. It had been a while since you've seen them, that you pointed each one that you found pretty. Tom kept his eyes on you. On how your lips curled up into a big grin or how your eyes spark. Tom missed all of the fireworks but he didn't complain. He was amazed by the view in front of him.

"That was amazing!" You had forgotten about your ice cream that had turned into a small puddle next to you.

"Thank you." You said and looked at Tom.

"Welcome." He softly said and sat closer towards you. Once more the two of you fell quiet enjoying the ocean breeze and waves.

"Do you believe that it takes 8 seconds for someone to fall in love?" Tom broke the silence making you look back at him.

"I've never heard of that..." you scooted closer towards him making eye contact.

"But I've come to believe that now." You began leaning in and he did the same. You could feel his warm breath hitting your lips making your breathing shallow.

His lips hovered over yours when cold water hit the two of you. You gasp and pull away covering your face.

"What the-" Tom yelled when a group of kids that lived around the neighborhood began giggling with water guns in hand. You had met the kids when you moved in. They wanted to help you with the heavy stuff.

"Tom and y/n sitting on a rock K.I.S.S.I.N.G-" Tom jumped off and began running towards them making them scatter. You decided to join him and go after the one who is the leader.

"Kids! Leave them alone!" One of the mothers yelled.

"Its time to go!" Another one called making all the kids whine.

"Aw man!" They bid their goodbyes and raced to their mothers. Tom and you were worn out.

"I think it's time to go home." You huffed trying to catch your breath. Tom had plastered himself on the sand. You reached out your hand and waited for him.

"Wanna walk me home, handsome?" Tom blushed but took your hand and got up.

"Sure." He lead the way without letting go of your hand. Once you let go of his hand and took a few steps toward your door.

"I had fun, Tom." You said genuinely and turned to him.

"So did I, Y/n." You finally leaned into him and pulled him into a kiss. It surprised Tom but he pulled you into him more.

The kiss was slow and tender, it felt right.

"I'll call you later...Goodnight." You pulled away leaving him speechless.

"Goodnight." He managed to say and waited until you had gone inside and closed your door. You quickly rush towards your bedroom window and look out.

"YES, YES YES!" You see Tom jump and blow kiss at your home before running away.

You flopped into your bed and began remembering what had happened throughout the day. How could you have kissed someone on the first day of meeting him. You placed your hand on your chest and felt your heart soaring.

You clean up the mess in your bathroom and get ready for bed still having a smile plastered on your face.

"Oh god!" You crash on your bed and try to get some sleep while having the day in mind.

[phantomenby]

And you call yourselves vampires

Don’t know if you’ve ever watched the originals or vampire diaries, but what about poly!lost boys with a vampire!s/o that’s like the original vampires? Like regular stakes don’t kill them, sun doesn’t burn them, and they can use compulsion?

Thank u para la anon <3 I hope u like it

It would be interesting

They're definitely isolated under Max's influence

and I think it shows by the fact they don't fully understand the thread of the Emersons and the hunter heritage

You would be a welcome treat and I'm sure they'll welcome you to their pack

But first, a little fun

-

You were a traveler, ever since your sire had gotten sick of keeping you by his side you had traveled all over the world in your two hundred years of freedom.

The best part about being a vampire was the ability to keep going no matter how much the world around you changed.

You had been born in 1654 to a noble family that was respected for its large farmland and wealth from ruling over the town your father's lineage had passed down through the generations.

When you were nineteen years of age you were in your second season of courting after being too ill to complete the first, you were quite the frail little human.

Your sire had found you not long after your birthday, when you were walking through the extravagant gardens on your family's land, he hadn't wasted a moment before hypnotizing you and convincing you to come home with him.

Within a few days, you had completed your turning and were now destined to live with him for eternity.

Or so he had thought, not expecting you to be so defiant considering the environment you were raised in, being taught to respect a man's word above all else.

Now it was nearing the end of the twentieth century and the new millennia would soon be upon you.

Only now you were in a much better place, having met your true mates after the first world war. You had traveled over to the new world in the mid-nineteenth century but had never gone further than Texas, once you entered the West coast you had felt a pull in your chest leading you closer to the sea where you met them.

Your four precious boys.

-

"God, I hate this fucking shithole, I swear all it's good for is the sun," you kicked the bathroom wall, hissing as your nail hit the cold tile, it wouldn't leave any damage but it always stung.

You had moved to a town on the edge of the West Coast of the US, wanting to find somewhere known for its sunny weather that you could blend in to, when your friend John had recommended this place to you you had thought it would be like living in a movie. Instead, you were calling out plumbers most days to fix the ancient water system of your beach house.

"That boardwalk better be worth it or John's gonna lose his head for this," muttering angrily to yourself as your shower finally turned on, icy water spraying you and making you jump back with a yelp, "fucking shit!"

Huffing angrily you glared at the steady stream of water now flowing from the tap, steam rising as it warmed up. Stepping in you let it run over you, soothing your muscles. Rubbing your flesh with sweet-smelling soap you began to hum, since you woke there was a funny feeling in your chest, but not knowing what was causing it you decided to just ignore it. It wasn't a sign of danger so you were safe and free to relax. Grabbing a bottle of two in one shampoo and conditioner you had stolen from a hotel you stopped at you began to lather it in, enjoying the scent of cocoa butter coming from it.

Your shower had set you in a better mood, washing away any anxiety about a new place you had yet to explore. When you arrived at three in the morning, driving along the front til you reached your new home, you were surprised to see so many people still out and about in the early hours of the morning.

Regardless it would mean being out late when you went hunting wouldn't be seen as too odd.

Good thing I don't have any neighbors, you thought wrapping your fluffy blue robe around you and heading to the suitcase you had packed full of clothing. Unzipping it and reaching in looking for your yellow bathing suit, pulling out some loose pants and a cropped shirt. The heat didn't affect you the same as humans but it would certainly look odd if you dressed like you did back at home in Scotland.

You spun in front of your mirror, admiring yourself, "ah! You're a star babe, now for the shoes-" you looked around the room for your heeled boots, picking them up from beside the door and sliding them on after some thick white socks with pale yellow flowers on them.

"Now I just need my bag- fucks sake dude you left it in your car," forget about neighbours, good thing no one lived with you, they'd think you mad with how often you talked to yourself. Though that's how it was for most nomads, even when they settled down like you did.

Waltzing outside you let the sun warm your skin, hopping into your convertible and smiling in glee at the sight of your wallet still there even after being exposed overnight.

The sun was low in the sky, signaling the end of your first day in the town, you had spent most of it unpacking and looking at maps to decide what you wanted to do. Santa Carla was full of cliffs and woodlands and would be perfect for hunting and exploring in your free time. So far you hadn't met any others like you but you could sure as hell sense them, they weren't the same as you but they held an air of familiarity.

As you drove down you took in all the shops, there were more as you got to a central part of the coastline, the boardwalk, as it began to light up your eyes took it in with awe. It certainly boasted a lot of fun things to try, you could tell your favorite would be the Ferris wheel, the view must be amazing from that height.

Parking in a large lot besides some houses you made sure to lift the roof back up, taking note of all the delinquents standing by the wire fences, watching people coming and going with dark looks. At least if they did do any damage you could justify eating them, you had a feeling food would be in abundance here.

The night was lively, crowds were growing the darker it got as people flocked to the vibrant beacon in front of them, you were becoming immersed in the scents of fried food from various stalls and it was then your stomach decided to let out a large rumble.

Well when in Rome you thought, usually avoided anything too greasy, yes you could digest it but it always made you a little bloated in the morning. But looking around at the stalls before you it seemed there was little else to choose from, so you decided to walk towards a hotdog stand and grab two, scarfing them down as you headed towards the end of the boardwalk.

Climbing into a lone rider seat on the Ferris wheel you gazed around at the sight before you, the higher you got the smaller the humans below looked and the more peaceful it became as their chatter droned out to a dull buzz.

The ocean was even better, dark and imposing, like a deadly abyss surrounding the town. If you stared into the sky long enough you could see distant stars glowing above, unfortunately, the light pollution from modern technology made it much harder to appreciate the sky at night.

Once it began to descend you decided to look towards the opposite end of the boardwalk, feeling an odd tug in your chest. Expecting it was coming from another supernatural being you let your eyes rake over the crowd, skirting along the edges of the various buildings when you assumed they might be lurking in the shadows, perhaps having also sensed you.

Instead, you noticed nothing, the only ones looking devious enough were the gangs gathering and glaring at each other, there was the group of 'surf-nazis' you had already had been warned about by John and his partner Jay who were known to harass innocent beach goers if they so much as breathed near the water when a good wave was rising.

Moving on your eyes flickered over to a video store, in front were a group of bikers who were-

Wait

They were staring at you, well two of them were, a platinum blonde man who was smirking like he knew a joke you weren't in on as he took another drag of his cigarette and a stony brunette with the glossiest hair you had ever seen on a man. There was no way they should have been able to lock on to you from this far away, it was easy to tell that they were something non-human, nothing like you but something nonetheless.

You let your eyes leave them as the ride reached the ground, no longer able to see them over the large crowd between you.

Shoulda worn heels...

You kept talking to yourself in your mind, pushing through the humans waiting at the bottom of the ride and sliding your way through all the other tourists, heading towards the edge of the pier. If they were something other than human, the last thing you needed was for them to have an advantage over you. Stalking from the sidelines was always easy.

But walking through awful, smelly, grabby humans was not.

It was easier to go behind the stalls, where walls and sellers separated you from the rest of them, and you were well hidden.

When you reached the final stall you kept yourself behind it, pressing your chest to the wooden wall and leaning around it slightly, hoping to be subtle. You could see where they were, the tall lodge-like building that music and drunk tourists were slipping out of.

But they were gone. Their bikes were still there. With a huff you stepped forward, planning on getting a whiff of their scent before disappearing back to your home.

You were unable to take more than a few steps before a long pale arm reached forward and yanked you back, finding yourself pressed against a wall?

"What the hell man-" when you looked up you met milky blue eyes, followed by a dark smile, like you were being mocked.

"Well well, what do we have here boys?"

"Looks like a fan David," you looked to your left to see a brunette, god he's hot. They all were, like sirens reborn with legs, made to pull you in. "Smells pretty tasty too."

"Uh-" you tried moving away, only to realise there were two firm hands on your hips keeping you still. It was another blonde. Only with wild sandy hair that had been teased to the high heavens.

"Awe don't cha wanna stay and have fun with us?" he'd be cute if he didn't reek of weed, maybe he bathed in it like catnip.

"N-no! Let go of me!"

They laughed, and it echoed. The sound like a warning bell ringing in your mind. You stilled, tense and a growing irritation bubbling in your chest.

Your mind grew foggy and you could feel yourself being pulled away from your small hiding spot, the two blondes you had been sandwiched between wrapping around you, taking you in the direction of a ramp that led down to the dark beach.

"Mmmm you smell like cherries," what the hell.

Ok. Ok. This was fine, it's not like they could actually do any damage to you. You had existed for centuries there was no way four- wait what are they.

You let yourself go limp, now being supported by the sandy blonde who laughed, squeezing you to his chest.

And oh my god, you could hear it. Well, you couldn't hear anything. Not a bead, not a thump, none of the tha-dump you heard from the heart of a human.

Well, this ought to be interesting.

You were quite far down the beach now, feet leaving slight imprints in the ground.

Finding yourself suddenly free was confusing, stood with your back to the ocean, the four men in front of you.

"They're weird." We're they inspecting you?

"You're weird," you took a step back, and their smiles widened, "why-"

Just breath.

"What are you?" just cut to the chase idiot, if they're a threat just, like, fly away.

The four of them shared a look, and you had some idea that they must be using a mind link of sorts, something you were used to from your brothers and sisters. T

aking the chance to inspect them up close you raked over their clothing, it was odd, you really couldn't pinpoint what they were. Though that was more of your friend, Rhea's specialty, a rather intelligent witch who picked you out within minutes even while you were using a protection rune.

When your eyes met the bare chiseled chest and abs of the brunette you paused, truly appreciating the view.

He smirked when he noticed, uncrossing his arms to give you a better look. You were going to die soon anyway, so why not let you boost his ego a little.

"We can be anything you want us to be babe, why, got something in mind?" tall-dumb-and-sandy-blonde was watching you gawk at his friend, kinda bummed your attention was no longer on him.

They felt kinda nice in my arms...

David sent Paul a look, turning his milky blues back to you.

"Wanna know?" he grinned when you nodded, watching you step back a little, "Well, you asked for it."

His eyes began to glow, his face changing in front of your eyes.

Oh my god. "Oh my god," his friends followed, bones jutting out, eyes turning the same firey orange and yellow combination. "OH MY GOD"

They laughed, enjoying your reaction. Though they quickly stopped when you snorted, Dwayne and David shared similar frowns on their demonic faces.

"What's so funny, huh?"

You waved them off, laughter erupting from your mouth, soon you were hunched over as the mocking sounds grew in volume.

Now they were angry, humans tended to behave oddly in the face of danger but this was still odd to them, I mean, you were practically barking in their faces.

Marko huffed, hands on his hips, "what's so funny asshole?"

You looked back up at them, taking in the boy's stances which resembled a disappointed mother more than the vile creatures they were supposed to be.

Taking a deep breath you straightened your back, wiping away your tears and fighting to control your laughter as your cheeks kept themselves in a tight grin, teeth flashing.

"S-sorry it's just-" you choked, a giggle slipping through, "you're one of those kinds of vamps y'know? Can't expect me not to find it funny, never met one who can make their face all pointy- hey!"

You jumped away in time to miss the second tallest form lunging at you, his teeth bared in a snarl as his long arms reached for you, talons just missing your shoulder.

Holding your hands up you began to shuffle back, shoes filling with sand as you fought to calm your chest, "geez dude-", you spun again, the smaller blonde whizzing past you in an array of reds and blues, "hey! Hey! We're on the same team-"

It went on for a while until you noticed that they were trying to spin you until you were dizzy, feet rising off the ground longer than you thought vampires were able to. Though it was obvious from the small changes they had demonstrated that you were vastly different.

David huffed, finishing the cig he had lit on the way down the beach, "enough."

Paul and Marko stopped, flashing their teeth and moving the stand a meter away from you, keeping your sides flanked.

Cold eyes met yours and you began examining the face that framed them. He was sharp, nose thin and pointed with a slight upturn and thin soft lips. Cute but less like a man and more like a, well a hedgehog. The spiky blonde hair didn't help.

"Our turn to ask," you smoothed your face over, crossing your arms and jutting your hip in a way you thought would make you look cool, "what are you?"

You chewed your lip, thinking on it, "I'm god."

His brunette friend blanched, fists curling and shoulders slumping.

David tilted his head, "oh", nodding he crossed his hands behind his back meeting your gaze, "well, god, what are you doing in our home?"

"Uh," you relaxed, thinking for a moment, "technically I am everywhere."

He grinned, presenting his sharp canines to you and walking over to place a hand on your shoulder, "come with us then, god."

-

They had warmed up to you pretty quickly after that

Marko and Paul kept toying with you but now you were in David's hands and it was more jesting than pushing you about and trying to get their claws into you

Once you had gotten on the same page "species-wise" they were more curious than anything.

Though you kind of wish you had let them try and eat you when they tried to push you onto the Church ground to see if you would set on fire

-

"Ok so let me get this straight," you were swinging upside down, body hanging over the edge of the bridge while Paul floated beside you, his long mane circling his head, "you can fly, you sleep, but you can't go in the sun no matter what-"

He nodded, humming and reaching for your hand to play with the rings adorning your hands, his own flashing in the pale moonlight.

Marko was beside you, and his soft curls drifted in the wind and kept tickling your arms, "but you can go faster than us, and go out in the sun", he was still pretty pouty about that.

It hadn't taken them long to warm up to you when they finally found out what you were. Honestly, it was their first time properly meeting another of their kind who wasn't one of Max's weird business friends.

Dwayne had asked you about your jewelry, most of it enchanted in some way and one being the reason you were free to roam during the daytime.

-

It was the start of a beautiful friendship

And eventually something more

They never got over just how different they were to you, but not that they minded.

It was only when you kept on going out during the day that they got antsy, I mean, the sun wouldn't burn you

But what if

Eventually, you started sleeping in the cave with them, though you didn't have the weird pointy bat feet and at one point they dragged a mattress into their hidden nest

Now you spent each day lounging beneath them, often waking up in their arms

Unfortunately you couldn't get past their faces, it took months for you to be able to hunt alongside them without laughing too much at their pointy faces

[secondimpact]

have you called a plumber to your home lately?

[ben10-daily]

Day 39

Part two of yesterday's daily

"Access Denied. System shutdown will occur in two attempts"

Psyphon slammed his fist down on the console in frustration. If he couldn't get the access code correct all of his planning would have been for nothing. It was even mire frustrating since he had already spent twenty minutes getting to this point in the security system and if those damn plumbers came back he'd be screwed.

"Alright Psyphon, times up"

That damn Tennyson was here. Of course he was, whenever someone caused problems that cursed brat would show up to save the day. With a press on his omnitrix Tennyson transformed in a flash of light into his tetramand form but it seems he didn't mean to transform into that species by the look on his face, which gives him a chance to strike. Activating his wrist laser Psyphon fires at Four arms grazing the side of his neck. Surprised at his own hit Psyphon fires another but Tennyson dodges the second strike.

Ben runs at Psyphon who just shot at him twice! He's lucky Ben doesn't kill people or he'd pummel him into the ground. Pushing away the thought of striking Psyphon down for good he grabs his wrist crushing the laser and lifts him up.

"Alright Psyphon. You're starting to piss me off, what's your angle for breaking into the plumber base at 2 in the god damn morning"

Now eye to eye with Tennyson he can see that the teen hero is not in his usual state and if there's something he learned from serving Vilgax is that if Tennyson is serious you had better not piss him off further. Deciding it's probably best for him to fold immediately he explained his plan.

"I was going to release the members of my gang, don't break my face please"

Ben sighs before throwing Psyphon to the ground, this is the reason he'd been calle out for? Jerry could handle this, no offense to Jerry. Now walking over the exit of the control room Ben contacts Rook.

"Psyphon is dealt with, he folded almost immediately. Get someone down here so I can get out of here and back to bed"

Within 10 minutes two plumbers from Alpha squad were cuffing Psyphon and Ben was on his way out of the base when he was stopped by Max. Unfortunately for Max, Ben did not want to stop and just wanted to head home.

"Where are you going Ben? You need to give a report of what happened down here. A full report, not just a two line summary of what happened"

Ben paused before answering, usually grandpa Max let him head home if it was a late night before he did the report in the morning.

"I'll just do it in the morning Grandpa, I'm absolutely wrecked."

Not too impressed at his Grandsons unwanting to do his job Max raised his eyebrow.

"You've put your reports off too many times Ben in situations like this Ben. Other plumbers manage it all the time so I'm sure the "saviour of the universe" can manage it"

Ben who was already becoming increasingly fed up almost snapped at his Grandfather's emphasis on his title. Keyword almost, fortunately he was able to keep a handle on his sanity for now.

"Look Grandpa, I was called out here at ass o clock in the morning to deal with Psyphon who cracked the second I busted his wrist laser. I did not need to be called out to deal with this so I'm leaving and I'll do the report when I'm here tomorrow"

Turning around to leave Max puts his hand on Bens shoulder to stop him.

"No, you'll do this the same way everyone else does even if I have to shut down the elevator for you to do it"

Even though he knew Max didn't mean the threat it was enough for Ben to lose his cool.

"Thus is the third time in the last week I have been called out for a minor situation that was thought to be an emergency and I am getting very fed up with how this is playing out. I'll fill out your stupid report but I won't be in contact for the next two weeks unless it's a world ending threat. Do you understand?"

Ben shrugs Max's hand off his shoulder and went to a nearby station and filled in the report before transforming into Big Chill to leave undetected, the less people who knew he had left the better.

Now back in his bedroom Ben decided to try something he would never do willingly. He was going to ask Azmuth for a favour.

"Omnitrix, contact creator, direct line"

Surprisingly the call was answered and Azmuths voice was heard from the omnitrix.

"This had better be important Tennyson if you're calling me on the emergency line"

"I need to go to dimension 23. I know you have an interdimensional portal or whatever it's called. I need a vacation of some sort and that's probably my best bet to still be productive while I'm gone"

Azmuth audibly sighed before he could be heard fiddling with something and suddenly a portal opened in Ben's room.

"That's a direct link to dimension 23. Call me again when you're ready to come back here"

Surprised that Azmuth didn't ask for an explanation or put up any sort of fight against using his dimension hopper for personal reasons Ben just thanked him before going to cut the line.

"Tennyson. Before you go just make you stay safe over there."

Ben smiled at the first thinkers words and promised he'd be careful, at least by his standards anyway.

Taking a deep breath before entering the portal Ben looked around his bedroom and walked through. It'll be good to see 23 again, and even better to have a break.

And that's a wrap. I hope you all enjoyed this two part fic of mine that may or may not end up becoming a full series at some point, who knows.

[adastrafanfic]

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by SLWalker Uncommon Language - G - Montgomery "Scotty" Scott & Andrew "Corry" Corrigan On the Nature of Wind - T - Montgomery "Scotty" Scott Processing - G - Montgomery "Scotty" Scott ★ Improvisation - G - Andrew "Corry" Corrigan & Montgomery "Scotty" Scott

Star Trek: The Next Generation

by jamaharon Programmed for Pleasure - G - Data/William Riker Have you ever walked out of a mall ... ? - G - William Riker/Original Character Have you ever gone mountain biking? - G - Jean-Luc Picard/William Riker What do you want to be when you grow up? - G - William Riker What's the right tip? - G - Deanna Troi/William Riker You call a plumber to your home lately? - G - Kyle Riker & William Riker How superstitious are you? - G - William Riker & Thaddeus Troi-Riker How much money would it take ...? - G - Deanna Troi/William Riker Would you display this as a trophy? - G - William Riker/Worf ★ Altered States - G - Deanna Troi/William Riker, Amanda Rogers/William Riker Fathers and Sons - G - William Riker & Wesley Crusher Two Halves, One Soul - G - Deanna Troi/William Riker Lost and Found - G - Deanna Troi/Tasha Yar Changing Colors - T - William Riker/Soren Waiting Room - G - Data Klingon Snowcones - T - William Riker/Worf Equipment - T - Data/Q Misandry 😞 - M - Beata/William Riker Ridges - E - William Riker/Worf Culture Shock - T - Deanna Troi/William Riker Lean On Me - G - William Riker/Worf Scrapbooks - G - Deanna Troi/William Riker Incorrigible - M - Deanna Troi/William Riker Souvenirs - G - Deanna Troi/William Riker Split Ends - T - Deanna Troi/William Riker Misunderstandings - T - Beverly Crusher, William Riker Orcas Off the Coast of Valdez - G - Kyle Riker & William Riker A Helping Hand - T - Deanna Troi/William Riker Pretending Not to See - T - William Riker, Worf, Data Doc, the damnedest thing happened ... - T - William Riker, Beverly Crusher Mending the Cracks - G - Deanna Troi/Jean-Luc Picard/William Riker Have you ever had a pet? - G - William Riker, Geordi La Forge Do you have a sweet tooth? - T - Deanna Troi/William Riker Do you believe in the power of a curse? - G - William Riker & Thaddeus Troi-Riker Stay - M - Deanna Troi/William Riker Two Times Riker Accidentally Called Picard "Dad" - T - Jean-Luc Picard/William Riker Saying No - T - Jean-Luc Picard & William Riker The Rite of Brotherhood - G - William Riker/Worf Music - G - Deanna Troi/William Riker Kiss - G - Deanna Troi/William Riker Snow - G - Deanna Troi/William Riker Hands - G - Deanna Troi/William Riker Two - T - Deanna Troi/William Riker Find Your People - G - William Riker & Wesley Crusher Where the Dead Speak - T - Deanna Troi/William Riker, Thaddeus, Kestra

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

by kimaracretak build me up on the rising tide - T - Jadzia Dax/Ezri Tigan

Multiple Series

by LordRobertBruceScott Scotty's Birthday Challenge - G - Ensemble Cast

Expanded Universes

by Hawku Joint Mission - G - Wyn Tressa, Menchez, Oroku Seifer I Ain't Callin' You a Truther - G - Ensemble Cast

Meta

by QuailFence Relationships in “Fascination” - G - Ensemble Cast

[queenperri]

Super Mario Bros: Princess Placeholders

Characters: Mario, Luigi, Bowser, Peach, Toadette, Original Side and Main Characters

Genre/Themes: Hurt/Comfort, Slice of Life w/ Overarching plot, Post-Super Mario Bros Movie

Additional Info: Bisexual Mario, Mix up of Mario Characters from all game series (Paper Mario Etc), Peach is written as a combo between paper Peach and movie Peach.

Summary:

After finally setting up and settling down in the Mushroom Kingdom with his brother Luigi life has been smooth sailing. For the most part anyway, there's still a lot to get used to after his first whirlwind adventure on the superstar continent; like being considered a hero to the masses!

For now Mario is content in his little home with his little brother and a simple life. With Bowser locked away, and a new position as lead plumbers life couldn't be better for the Mario Bros!

At least; that was until all the leaders of the Superstar Continent were called to a last minute meeting. Now Peach has entrusted the Mario Bros and the Toads to keep the kingdom running smoothly while she's away.

Will they manage to keep the kingdom in working order long enough?

Can Mario push past his overwhelming self-doubt?

How many of Peach's dresses can Luigi wear before Toadette just gifts him one?

Push it to the present with Mario and Friends in this slice of life fic!

(Part of an overarching series; updated when I feel like I have a good amount written.)

With squinted eyes he looked at the paper in front of him in the dimly lit room. Her handwriting; elegant in the manner only a princess would be carefully trained to do. Mario rubbed his temples as he pulled the fire flower on his desk ever closer in order to better survey the notes writing. 

Dear Mario,

She always started like that,

Thank you for taking on the kingdom during Toadsworth and I’s extended absence. I’m sorry for leaving without saying goodbye, the meeting between all leaders of the Superstar Continent was swiftly called. 

The toads are usually capable of taking care of the kingdoms affairs without my heed for short periods of time; but considering these gatherings take so long (and since Toadsworth this time is so insistent on joining me) I am trusting you to take heed of the kingdom in my place. Dras T. and Toadette will be there to help and guide you. There shouldn’t be too much excitement as your tasks will be simple and pre-prepped due to my planning ahead. I’ve also arranged rooms for both you and Luigi at the castle. 

You are a very capable person Mario, do not forget that. 

I’ll be sure to bring both you and Luigi souvenirs from my travels. 

Yours truly,

Princess Toadstool Peach

Mario chuckled to himself: his eyes followed the way the princess’s well drawn cursive sign off was intercepted by the much stronger font of the Peach written in that glitter pink pen he had brought her from his occasional trips back home. 

He’d taken to reading the letter every night; it was grounding in a way, it reminded him why he’d been put in charge in the first place. He was capable, and if Peach believed that then he’d simply have to prove her right. 

A week had already gone by without a hitch. Everyday a meeting was held with all the high ranking toads of the kingdom; and usually Dras. T with his ever serious voice; led those without a fuss. 

Then there were rounds about the kingdom that usually culminated in Mario and Luigi doing the odd plumbing and mechanic job when needed. 

And after all that; all that was left to do was to simply log any changes that occurred in the kingdom that day in that big ol’ book in the first floor library. 

Simple; easy work, Luigi had likened it to being “glorified custodians”

Mario was just glad Peach trusted them enough to even do this in the first place. Letting them stay in the castle was a nice gesture; even if the distance between him and his brother's rooms was a little disconcerting. 

Okay maybe not just a little…

There was a reason Mario was up so late after all; and it wasn’t cause of the dimensional time zone differences (he’d long since gotten over that)

The real problem? It was quiet.

Horribly; horribly quiet!

See, Peach had set the brothers up with separate rooms. It wasn’t a big deal really; it was good actually, it saved Mario from Luigi’s terrible snoring! 

Yet at the same time, well, it meant Mario was forced to face the one thing he hated more than anything else. Quiet. 

It was an adjustment when they moved to the Mushroom kingdom. No longer was Mario’s ears met with the sound of New York city nightlife; no more whooping of police sirens echoing through the streets. No more clanking of garbage trucks hitting the manhole lids with a furious thunk. No more of that constant mechanical low drone that seemed to come from no place in particular or that wonderful noise of cars driving by; as the lights faded out and past the cracks of the blinds of the apartment. 

Mario had never noticed the noise before; not until it was taken away and replaced with quiet. 

Luigi’s snoring had turned from that of annoyance to comfort in a matter of days; and all because the Mushroom Kingdom was not nearly as alive in the night as New York was. The mushroom kingdom slept soundly in natural silence. That was not something Mario was very fond of.

In silence came thoughts; and in those thoughts came that sickening feeling that something was terribly terribly wrong. The worry that maybe his life had really been a dream; that he’d wake up in that shared apartment in Brooklyn with his family; back at square one with nothing to prove. 

Mario shook his head rapidly; no, this was real, and Mario was capable; maybe not at getting any proper amount of sleep, but he was plenty good at everything else! 

Just another week or two of playing glorified custodian: just another week or two of having to constantly fix Bowser's tiny, tiny piano; another week or two of a silent castle and then he could go back to a snoring brother and a delightfully small house that they had tucked away in the corner of the Mushroom Kingdom. Just another week or two and Peach comes back and everything goes back to normal. 

-

“How'd you manage to do that!?” Luigi wore an exasperated look. Mario merely reached his hand out to his brother, looking not nearly as surprised as he should be. You’d think after all these years dealing with artifacts the Toads would be a little less clumsy.

“Lemme see that Lu.” 

A staff; clearly ceremonial, bent in a 90 degree angle. It was a pretty thing to; dazzled to the nines in large jewels. The orb on top though, it certainly was… gaudy. 

“I’m uh right to assume this isn’t what it’s supposed to look like yeah?” 

The two toads in front of them looked down sheepishly,

“It was an accident really!”

“Do ya think she’ll notice?”

Fiddling with the staff in his hand; Mario surveyed the damage, “That her staff’s been turned into a venerated boomerang, eh probably.” The good thing was that the staff itself was made of some kind of lightweight metal; “We can take this back to our house and reshape it using some of our tools, easy fix overall.” 

“Oh yeah, easy easy fix” Luigi gave the toads a thumbs up.

Mario watched as the toads breathed a visible sigh of relief, 

“Oh thank the stars…”

“That would’ve the 3rd staff this month.”

Seriously, what did the Toads do with these things???

As the toads walked off to their respective tasks Mario and Luigi were left alone in the castle's foyer. Mario sunk himself into one of those cushy benches that lined the grand hall and slumped down.

“Tired bro?” The seat shifted slightly as Luigi’s body weight joined the cushion. 

“That obvious?”

“Considering the fact you've gone about the whole day with your eyes half closed I’d say yes. That’s a safety hazard ya know?”

Mario chuckled, “How can bein’ a little sleepy be a safety hazard?”

“You’d be surprised bro; you need to get better sleep. What, are those nightmares bothering you again? Need another pair of eyes to watch out for ya while ya sleep;” Luigi poked at Mario’s side, moving his hand away quick enough to avoid his brother swatting it, “You haven't been midnight snacking again have you? You know how weird those dreams can get.”

“Lu, quit that, you're starting to sound like Ma.”

“Whaat am I not allowed to worry for my big bro?” 

Mario slumped down even further; taking in the comfort of the velvet cushion, “Mm you're only allowed to worry if I do something crazy.”

“Like wearing a racoon suit and flying over a pit of boiling lava?”

“Tanooki, Luigi, it's called a- ugh nevamind.” 

Mario felt his brother's arm go around his shoulders, “okay okay, seriously though, what’s bothering you?”

Bothering him? Mm, the quiet was one thing but that was only because the quiet gave way to other thoughts. Such a simple question, but so loaded at the same time. Mario let out a deep sigh, “Well, I guess that-”

“Master Mario, Master Luigi.”

Both the brothers sat up straight at that; Luigi nearly flew off the cushioned bench all together. 

“Where did you even come from?’ Mario wheezed out; at this rate he’d never get used to that booming voice especially mixed with how Dras T. always seemed to come in at the most unconventional times. 

“My… apologies. I’ve come to inform you that another meeting between the High Council of Toads needs a mediator.”

“Wait a minute, didn’t you already have a meeting earlier today?”

“Yeah, Lu’s right. We already did that today, why have anotha one?”

Dras T looked off to the side; that ever dramatic expression littered his features. He seemed to be addressing some imaginary force, 

“Problems have arisen in our fair kingdom, and it is up to us to face them head on. We cannot lay down on these issues another hour.”

“That would be inspirational if it wasn't so ominous…” Luigi muttered. 

“Meet me in the grand hall in an hour,”

Mario rubbed at his eyes, “Didn’t you just say we couldn't wait anoth- and he’s disappeared.”

The bros stared blankly at the empty space in front of them for a moment before turning back to each other.

“Whatdysay we get somethin’ to eat before this whole meeting fiasco eh?” 

Luigi tapped his fingers together excitedly; “Oh yeah! I sure hope Toad’s cooked up something tasty!

-

The sizzle and the impressive panwork Toad exhibited always impressed Mario, the way how with a flick of the wrist he’d so seamlessly flipped in several layers of deliciousness was nothing but astounding. If it weren’t for his own mothers cooking Mario may even call him the best chef he ever knew; of course only counting when the dishes didn't include mushrooms (ironic in and of itself).

Luigi pointed excitedly at the diced tomatoes that sat on the counter next to Toads cooking setup “Oh, and a little bit of that too!” 

“Weegi ya sure that you finish that whole omelet before the meeting?”

“Aw come on Mario, have a lil faith in your little bro, ha cha cha, he’s my best eater, annnd a flippage” Toad flipped the omelet and it land perfectly folded back in the pan before he smoothly slid the food onto Luigi’s eager plate while dooting out what can only be assumed to be a super rad guitar solo. 

“Now what do you want in your omelet Mari-bro,”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Marisnow, Marigo, Mario the man; Mario the concept, Mari-”

“Cheddar cheese, tomatoes, spinach, and go really light on the onions.” Mario deadpanned. 

“Ahh yeah yea, going right with the classic, doing the Mario as I like to say.”

“You’ve never said that before now.”

“It’s gonna catch on, trust me.” 

Mario chuckled and rolled his eyes while holding out his plate for his Courtesy of Toad (™) omelet. He sat back as he listened to Luigi and Toads idle chatter. Luigi had always been a foodie, he was a mama’s boy after all. He’d always be right under Ma’s feet whenever she was cooking. Mario was just glad that Lu had someone to talk to in the mushroom kingdom that was just as passionate about delicious dishes as he was. Luigi just had a certain nuance for food that Mario could never match; so to see his brother and his (self proclaimed) best friend get along well was comforting. Comfort… speaking of comfort, was it just him or were these luncheon chairs the softest thing in the world. And when did everything get so dark and quiet?

Mario opened his eyes to his brother and Toad, staring at him with a mixture of amusement and worry. 

“Taking a quick power nap there Mario?”

“Meh, more or less,” he didn’t even notice he’d already been given his food, luckily his hand had been steady enough for it to not go rolling off the plate. 

Eating their late lunch meals the bros watched as Toad had begun preparation for his next set of meals; explaining them away. Mario wasn’t really paying attention, only tuning in when the conversation began talking of a special banquet.

Luigi spoke in between bites “Oh- oh so all these recipes you're trying out are for the princess’s return?” 

“Uh no, no it's for the special visitor coming. You don’t know?”

Mario raised a brow as he swallowed the last bit of his food, “I uh don’t, think we were clued in on that.” Mario had a feeling he now knew what that last minute council meeting was called for. 

“The princess didn’t leave any notes on that did she?” Luigi asked nervously, “I read the instructions plenty of times, gosh how did I miss that?”

“Ay Lu don’t worry about it too much from the sounds of it this was a last minute addition.”

Toad snapped his fingers and pointed finger guns at Mario “And in that you'd be right, I just found out about it myself. It’s weird though, what kind of prince schedules a meeting knowing a princess won’t be there?” 

“A what?”

“So you two are really really out of the loop then.”

Luigi fumbled into a standing position as he grabbed Mario’s arm, “Come on Bro, let's-a get to this meeting and figure out what’s goin’ on!” 

Mario nodded as he also got up to go, “Thanks for the late lunch Toad, we’ll talk later.”

“Of course, and fill a guy in on the juicy deets on this prince character when you get the chance, yeah?”

Down the halls of the grandiose castle they went; headed towards the grand hall.

NEXT TIME ON SUPER MARIO BROS: SUPER STAR STEADY

Will Mario make it through this meeting without falling asleep?

Who will tell Luigi that he has a few crumbs on his mustache? 

Will ‘doing the Mario’ ever really catch on?

And who is this mysterious prince character? 

Find out in the next chapter of Mario & Luigi: Princess Placeholders

Here | Part 2 | ...

[its-murderous-business]

uncommon asks!

1. have you ever walked out of a mall into a huge parking area and realized you’d forgotten where you parked your car?

2. you ever gone mountain biking?

3. what do you want to be when you grow up?

4. what’s the right tip?

5. have you called a plumber to your home lately?

6. how superstitious are you?

7. how much money would it take to make you spend a night in a cemetery?

8. would you display this as a trophy?

9. do you have a pet?

10. do you have a sweet tooth?

11. do you believe in the power of a curse?

12. have you had your hearing tested lately?

13. planning a trip soon?

14. can you remember the tallest man you’ve ever seen?

15. do you love to go awondering beneath the clear blue sky?

16. have you noticed what big stars real estate agents have become recently?

17. are you careful with your personal records

18. does your computer ever seem to have a mind of its own?

19. have you ever visited a chinatown section in a major city?

20. have you ever visited a flea market?

21. have you ever visited a truck stop?

22. did you ever have a job as a waiter?

23. have you noticed how many successful restaurants are theme based these days?

24. have you ever had the desire to write your initials in wet cement?

[meatmensch]

beyond belief asks

have you ever walked out of a mall into a huge parking area and realized, you'd forgotten where you parked your car?

ever gone mountain biking?

what do you wanna be when you grow up?

what's the right tip?

have you called a plumber to your home lately?

how superstitious are you?

how much money would it take to make you spend a night in a cemetery?

would you display this as a trophy?

do you have a pet?

do you have a sweet tooth?

do you believe in the power of a curse?

have you had your hearing tested lately?

planning a trip soon?

can you remember the tallest man you've ever seen?

do you love to go a-wanderin' beneath the clear blue sky?

have you noticed what big stars real estate agents have become?

are you careful with your personal records?

does your computer ever seem to have a mind of its own?

have you ever visited a chinatown section of a major city?

have you ever visited a flea market?

have you ever visited a truck stop?

you ever have a job as a waiter?

have you noticed how many successful restaurants are theme-based these days?

have you ever had the desire to write your initials in wet cement?