#in the month since we decided to give that up as a lost cause Dad has gotten noticeably worse. he's gone from losing his train of thought

[redhead1180]

I see you

Pairing - JJ x fem!reader

Summary - After Y/N, JJ's best friend, has an embarrassing encounter with another guy, JJ finally decides to step up and claim what he wants.

Warnings MDNI - Cursing, embarrassing situation in front of people, oral (m & f receiving), degradation (r degrades self), self-esteem issues, unprotected sex (p in v, wrap before you tap it), creampie, praising

Words - 4.0k

A/N - I don't usually write fluffy smut, but here we are, and I hope you like it. I usually don't describe readers, I want reader to put themselves in the story, but this one is a bit personal. It's kinda autobiographical in it is similar to how my boyfriend and I got together. I NEED to thank @jjxkiaraxpopexcleoxjohnbxsarah for the beautiful moodboard she made for my story. I love u girl 😘! Did not get beta read, wanted to get this out since I have had it almost done for a month.

I couldn't stop the tears that fell down my face, as I drove to my home away from home, the Chateau. I probably shouldn't be driving, but had to get away from the embarrassment at school. God I was such an idiot for thinking that Brandon might like me. For the past month, he had been sweet, a little flirty, getting to know me, but all he really wanted was to get in with Kie. He wanted her, not me. Kie didn't like him already and when she found this out was probably gonna punch him, which did make me smile. Kie was my best friend and always had my back.

I finally pull up to John B's house and take a deep breath. This place always seemed to calm me or maybe it was my friends. My family of misfits I started collecting at the ripe age of 5. It started with JJ, I met him on the playground and thought he looked like a lost puppy with his big blue eyes, unruly blonde (almost white) hair, dirt on his face, and torn clothes. I remember asking if he wanted a friend and he said sure and we became inseparable. Then in 3rd grade I collected John B, another lost puppy, then Pope, Kie, and last Sarah. Well honestly John B collected her, but she was family now.

Wiping the tears off my cheeks, I get out of the car and head in the house. I wasn’t sure if anyone was home, so I grabbed a beer and went out to the back porch. And there laying on the couch, on his stomach, fast asleep was the original lost puppy, JJ himself. His dad was out of jail and he hadn't been to school the last few days, which was never a good thing. Again, a calm washed over me, stilling my mind, and momentarily squashing the rage.

Walking over to the couch, I run my fingers through JJ's hair and whisper a "scoot" in his ear. He grunts but raises his head enough for me to slip under him and sit, before putting it back down in your lap. You guys sit there a bit in silence, me sipping the beer looking out at the marsh while JJ slept. Eventually he begins to stir and rolls over to look up at you.

"What's got you drinking in the middle of the day, princess?" he asks his voice all husky and sleepy.

"Bad day" I grumble, taking another long swig.

He grabs the end of some of my hair, swinging it around. "Ok, tell Papa J your troubles, let's see if I can fix them." he teases.

"I don't think you can fix this one J, not anything to fix really" I mumble as I look down at him tears forming in my eyes again.

"Woah, hey, hey, what's with the waterworks" he asks, concern in his voice, as he sits up and pulls me in a hug.

I shrug "Just another miserable day in my love life, if you can call it that" I sniffle.

JJ stiffens a little, although I don't pay it much mind. He pulls back to look at me and asks "Um, what happened"

"Well," I sigh "Turns out Brandon didn't want to go out with me, he just wanted to use me to get to Kie" I turn to take another swig of beer. "He decides today in study hall, he would ask about if I could give him Kie's digits. When I asked why, he said so he could ask her out. I must have looked confused, cause he laughs and says, Oh you didn't think I was into you did you?" I down another sip of beer "I said Well yeah, he laughs, literally laughs in my face JJ. I was so humiliated I just got up and walked out. He hollers back at me, so is that a no?" I down the rest of the beer.

I finally look at JJ and he is red in the face and has a murderous look in his eyes, "I'mma kill him" he growls.

"I might let you" I tearfully chuckle "I mean what is wrong with me? I know I'm not as pretty as Kie and Sarah. My hair is this ugly red and I'm covered in freckles, I hate it. But fuck. I know I'm not as brash as Kie or bubbly as Sarah, but I like to have fun. I know I seem bookish, but that is cause I really want out of this town. I just don't see why guys can't see me." I throw my head back on the couch out of breath.

*I see you" JJ almost whispers.

I snap my head up and look at him. "What?" I ask quietly.

JJ stands up and goes to the porch screen and stares out for a minute, I'm about to ask him again, when he looks down, does a little nod. I hear him mumble "fuck it" and turns back to me.

"I suck at this shit, but here goes. I see you" he says "No you're not as pretty Kie or Sarah, you're prettier. They don't hold a candle to you, nobody does on this godforsaken island" He starts to pace a little, wringing his hands, as if figuring out what to say "Your hair isn't an ugly red, it's the colors of the sunset. The reds, golds, and oranges that people take tons of pictures of cause it is so fucking beautiful, that's what I see everyday when I look at you. Your freckles? They make your skin glow in the summer, like your some kind of fucking goddess." He chuckles, "In the winter they fade to more a pink and make you look like you’re blushing all the time."

"JJ-"

"No, shut up" he demands "I just sat there and listened to you fucking degrade yourself, so you're gonna sit there and fucking listen to me now." He takes a deep breath and runs his fingers through his hair.

"Ok"

"Ok" he nods " As far not being brash or bubbly like Kie and Sarah, no you're not. You're feisty, temperamental, loyal, and can throw a punch better than most guys. I mean at 10 years old you threw a damn beer bottle at my dad and told him to fucking leave me alone. You have more guts than all of us put together. And yes, you are a blast to hang out with, I mean you can drink most guys under the table." He starts pacing again "Fuck I don't if we would all be friends if it wasn't for you. And I would wager your smarter than Pope, but won't say anything cause it's his thing. And do not ever fault yourself for wanting off this island"

I look at him with my mouth open, tears forming, but not cause I'm sad, but because I never knew anyone saw me like that.

"Do you know how hard it is to see you date other guys and help put the pieces back together for you, when I know, I KNOW, that I would never treat you like that." He says pleadingly "I have waited so long to be that next guy, and yeah it's my fault for not speaking up, but I am now." He comes and kneels in front of me and cups my face. "I want to show you how special you are and tell every guy to eat shit cause she's mine." He laughs.

I can only stare at him for the moment, my mind reeling from his confession. JJ is not one for sharing, even to me his best friend for 13 years. My emotions were all over the place. I felt tears well up on my lashline as realization slammed into me. I always loved JJ, he was my ride or die, but it hit me that I had been in love with him for awhile. I just didn't know it.

I must have taken too long, cause I saw JJ's face fall, he sniffed and looked down. He started to remove his hands from my face. I came back to reality and grabbed his hands. His head snapped back up and I smiled at him.

"JJ" I choked out over the lump on my throat "I didn't know, but I-" I took a deep breath "I want you to be that guy. I want to be yours."

JJ's eyes grew wide and he chuckled "Yea?"

I leaned forward and slammed my lips on his, I could tell he was shocked at first but it didn't last long. He wrapped one hand around the back of my neck and the other wrapped around my waist pulling me on his lap. I moaned as he slid his tongue over my bottom lip, asking me to open up. When I did, he slipped his in and our tongues danced for dominance. He slid his hand up through my hair, cupping my head and deepening the kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, melting into it, his other hand grabbing the fat of ass and squeezing.

Air was becoming a need as my lungs begin to burn. I was feeling slightly dizzy, not sure if was the kiss or needing air. I pull back enough to gasp, JJ chasing my mouth and kissing me again. My panties were soaked and a needy throbbing had settled into my core. I rolled my hips over JJ's dick; he leaned his head back and groaned loudly.

"Y/N if you want to stop, tell me now. I won't be able to if we keep this up" JJ murmured against my lips.

"I don't want to stop" I rasp out looking him in the eyes. "I want you to claim me, I want to be yours."

"Fuck" he growled "Wrap your legs around me" he demands.

I do as asked and he stands up with me in his arms. I can feel his ab muscles flexing and his thigh muscles harden, making me swoon a little. He smirks at me as he carries me to the spare, which is basically his room. He lays me on the bed and lays on me with his arms holding him up so he doesn't smash me.

"God I never imagined this would actually happen" he says as gently pushes my hair out of my face. "I have dreamed about it, hell, I've jerked off to your pictures more than I want to admit." He chuckles, his cheeks turning pink. "I never thought you would want me and I didn't want to screw up our friendship"

"It's real J, it's happening"

I reach to kiss him and he meets me, claiming my mouth in toe curling kiss. His hands play with the hem of my shirt and he looks at me for permission.

"Yea" I whisper.

"Arms up baby" he instructs as he tugs my shirt off and throws it behind him.

He kisses along my jawline down my neck. When he gets to a spot on my neck right above my shoulder, pleasure shoots through me and I buck my hips up at him. I feel more than see him smirk and hear a whispered "There you are".

He bites and kisses the spot, leaving his mark, as I feel a fire start in my stomach and I am whining and squirming under him.

"More J" I whine out, "I need more."

He continues his assault down my chest, kissing the areas of my breast he can reach around my bra. I feel his hand slide under me and he unhooks my bra with one flick. I giggle.

"Pretty slick move there"

He grins, "I've might've had some practice" he teases as he rips it of me and it flies through the air. He looks and stares at my breasts for a minute mouth slightly open.

"God your beautiful" he groans as he latches his mouth onto one nipple and his hand kneads and pinches the other one.

I arch my back up to him, moaning from the heat building between my thighs. "J" I whine.

He trails kisses down my stomach to the waistband of my shorts. He looks up at me again, his fingers on the button.

"You still good baby" he asks, his pupils blown.

"Mhmm" I hum out, getting antsy wanting his mouth on me.

JJ unbuttons my shorts and pulls them off. He trails kisses up along my inner thighs until he gets to my soaked panties.

"God your so fucking wet, babygirl. This all for me?" He teasingly asks.

*Mhmm baby, only for you" I rasp out.

JJ kisses my covered cunt before hooking his fingers in the waistband of my panties and pulling them off. His hands caress my legs as they move back up to my hips. He leaves kisses along my legs until his mouth is back in front of my soaked pussy. He gently blows on it causing me to buck my hips and gasp.

"JJ" I gasp out, grabbing a fistful of sheets on each side of me. "Please" I beg.

He wraps his arms under and back over my thighs, pulling me closer to him.

"Please what, baby?" JJ coos at me. He is so close to my cunt; I can feel his hot breath against my lower lips. The mixture of his hot breath and the coolness from my wetness, gives me goosebumps and makes me shudder. The nickname causes me to clench around nothing and I hear JJ chuckle. With a feather light touch, he slowly rubs his finger over my lower lips.

"Please J I need you to eat me" I beg, rolling my hips to try get closer to his mouth.

He licks a strip from my hole to my clit and I loudly moan out. He moves my legs over his shoulders as he licks my ever-swelling nub. I realize he is licking two Js, certifiably claiming my pussy. I giggle and feel him smile when he realizes I figured out what he was doing.

His tongue moves down to my hole and I groan as he pushes his tongue in me. I grab his hair pulling it, the heat in my stomach growing with each thrust.

"Look at me baby" JJ commands.

I look down at him, staring into his eyes, almost completely black now. I watch him as he fucks me with his tongue. My core begins to tingle and I feel my orgasm close. I grind in his mouth, searching for my release. He moves back up to my clit, sucking and licking. He gently thrust one finger in me, I throw my head back and let out a breathy cry. He adds another finger, pumping both fingers in and out. I groan out, one hand pulling his hair and the other grabs the headboard.

"J I'm gonna cum* I gasp out breathlessly.

"C'mon baby, cum on my face" JJ moans, "God your so fucking sweet"

He curls his fingers hitting that sweet spot and bites my clit. I cry out as the band snaps in my stomach, causing me to clench around his fingers and juices to flow on to his face. He groans and I can hear him slurping up all my release like he had not drank in days. He rides me through it, finally getting up and laying down on me. His mouth and chin covered in my slick and he is grinning like a Cheshire cat. He snuggles in between my thighs.

"That was so fucking hot" JJ grins as he leans down to kiss me, letting me taste myself in his mouth. The kiss quickly heats up and I can feel how hard he is thru his shorts.

"You have too many clothes on." I pout, tugging his shirt. He reaches behind him grabbing the shirt and pulling over his head. I start unbuttoning his shorts and pushing them down his legs.

"A little eager ain't we princess" he chuckles as he gets up and takes his shorts and boxers off. His rock hard cock slapping his stomach and standing salute.

My eyes go a little wide. JJ wasn't extremely girthy, although it was big, but he was long the end curving slightly. He has the prettiest pink tip that was getting darker by the minute.

"Like what ya see baby?" He smirked.

"Fuck me" I gasped out in a whisper.

"Oh, I plan to princess” JJ smirks as he crawls up the bed. “I plan to fuck you until my name is the only one you scream” he kisses up my leg “until I have ruined you to anyone else” he kisses my clit “until I have kissed every inch of you” he kisses my breast, nibbling the nipple “until I’ve shown you how much I love you” he kisses me passionately, making me moan and thrust my hips up into him, and causing my toes curl. For fucks sakes, this boy knew how to kiss.

“JJ, please” I moan, “I need you inside me.”

“Shit babygirl” JJ groaned, “you can’t say that shit. I will blow my load, and I’m not ready to yet”

While he’s distracted, I flip us over and began kissing down his neck and onto his chest. I continue to leave open mouth kisses down his chest, over his stomach, nibbling along his happy trail.

“Fuck, Y/N/N” JJ moaned, “I thought you wanted me inside you”

“Got distracted” I mumble as I kitten lick the precum off his perfectly pink tip. JJ groans and his hands fly to my head, grabbing my hair. He pulls me up off him and back to his lips by my hair.

“As much as I want to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours,” he rasps against my lips, “the first time I cum with you will be inside you. Now you have a choice, ride me or lay down and spread’em” he growled.

I literally shudder from the amount of juices that gush out of me. He smirks at me, knowing he has me ready to explode, the little shit.

“Ride you,” I whisper as he pulls me up on his lap and I position myself to hover over him. I reach down and hold him, lining him up, I push the tip causing him to hiss. I look straight at him as I push myself down slowly, feeling every inch of his cock stretching me. Both of us are trying not to close our eyes in pleasure, not wanting to miss this moment. Finally, I feel his hairs against my clit, and I close my eyes and dig my nails into his chest. I moan from the feeling of being so full and I hear him groan “fuck baby”. I clench around him, causing him to moan and squeeze my hips. I pull up until just the tip is in me and slam back down, he throws his head back and hisses “fucking hell”. I slowly began to speed up my bouncing, another release quickly building up in my core. Placing my hands on JJ’s chest, I change the angle of my bouncing and feel JJ grab my hips and squeeze.

“Oh fuck, babygirl” he moaned, head thrown back into the pillow. I closed my eyes and felt him kiss my cervix. While I wasn’t looking, he wrapped his arms around my back and flipped us. I let out a yelp of surprise.

“What the hell, J” I fussed looking up at him. He gently slapped my thigh, causing me to clench around him and moan.

“Yea, we’ll explore that later” he smirked, “I wasn’t gonna last there, this pussy feels like heaven.” He breathed against my mouth, as he started to thrust into me. I moaned into his mouth as he claimed my lips, causing a fresh wave of juices to cover him. I wrapped my arms around his back, digging my nails in and, I know, leaving marks. He groaned sliding one hand to my hip and the other to grabbing my hair.

“Fuck Y/N, why didn’t we do this sooner?” JJ rasped out.

“I don’t know” I groaned.

“Har- harder, ple- please, baby” I stuttered out, the pet name making JJ groan. He put both hands behind my thighs and pushed them into my chest. I cried out from the new sensation, JJ slamming into me harder. I could feel the band in my stomach tighten as he thrust harder and deeper. I couldn’t form words, my brain mush, letting little “uh- uhs” every time he hit my G-spot. I scratched hard down JJ’s back, making him hiss, as my walls fluttered around his cock.

“You close babygirl?” he whispered in my ear.

I just nodded, words failing me. He reached around and used his thumb to rub my clit with little circles.

“Let go, mama” JJ moaned.

That was all it took and the band snapped. I cried out, arching my back, as my vision went blurry around the edges and all I saw was white. My legs shook from the intensity and my ears rang, drowning out JJ.

“That’s my good -fuck- girl -oh fuck” I barely heard JJ right before he slammed into me holding it. I could feel hot ropes of cum shoot into me as I heard JJ moan “fuckfuckfuck” in my ear.

JJ slowly began pushing in and out, riding our highs out, whispering in my ear “Fuck, you’re mine, you’re mine, baby” over and over.

“Yes” I gasped over and over until it was no more than a whisper.

JJ stopped and collapsed on me, still inside me, our sweaty, sticky bodies suctioning together. Both of us panting, trying to catch our breath. I ran my fingers through his hair, kissing his forehead.

“I kinda can’t believe we just did that” I giggle into his hair. He raised his head up, smiling, looking at me.

“Yea, me either. It was pretty amazing” he says leaning in for a kiss.

I smile into the kiss and giggle “Yeah it was.”

We hear the doors of the Twinkie, open and close, and soon hear Kie yelling my name. JJ pulled a blanket over us, but didn’t get off.

“In here” he yells and gives me a shit eating grin. I gave a him a confused look.

Kie walks in and jumps and screams, slamming the door closed. Then opens it again to get a better look, then slams it again.

“REALLY JJ” Kie yells, but you can hear the laughter in her voice. “I heard what Brandon did and was concerned for Y/N, but seems like you cheered her up.”

“Yup got it covered” JJ hollered back.

“By the way, I punched him for you” Kie hollered back. “Thanks” I yelled laughing.

“What the hell is going on?” you hear John B ask, simultaneously hearing Kie “No, don’t open!”

Next thing you see is John B with the door open, you burying your head and groaning into JJ’s chest, Pope behind him, eyes all bugged out. Sarah trying to peek between Kie and John B’s arms.

“Oh, hoh” John B grinned, while Sarah squealed and giggled.

“Guys, can we have a little privacy” JJ smirked looking at you.

“Yup, just glad it all worked out” John B smiles while closing the door.

I looked up at JJ, smiling “Yeah it sure did” as JJ leaned in for a kiss.

Tagging some moots: @haven247 @princessmaybank @rafescurtainbangz @rafesthroatbaby @pankowkisses @pankowperfection @babygorewhore @drewstarkeyslut @drudyslut @kraekat29 @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @starfxkr

[sheliesshattered]

I’m just so tired

[yeollie-plz]

Light The Flame

mbf! Joel Miller x F! Reader

Part 2

Synopsis: Your mom moves the two of you back to Texas and attempts to reignite an old flame. What will happen when she learns his candle now burns for you?

Genre: fluff, angst, and smut! the trifecta!

Warnings: divorced parents, mentions of cheating, no Sarah, no outbreak, drinking, age gap (reader is said to be in college but Joel's exact age isn't stated), Tommy is a bit of a sleaze, kissing, 18+ content, p in v sex, protected sex!, lots of different sexual acts, cursing

Gif credits to owners!

Inspired by this post from @deathsholywaterr ! I hope I did your idea justice!!

Also this shit is long so buckle up!

It had been about three months since your parents' divorce was officially finalized. Your dad had moved out long ago and with no other ties keeping her in California, she decided to move back to her hometown in Texas. And although you would miss your friends and the life you had in LA, you couldn't shake the feeling that you needed (and deserved) a change. Plus, you had just found out your boyfriend was sleeping with your so called best friend. So, yeah, you wanted to get out as soon as possible.

All of your stuff was packed into a moving van and moved across the United States. You knew Texas would be super different, but a welcome change. Not to mention a chance to reinvent yourself. Taking college classes and finding your path in life, that was the goal. But, of course, a girl still needs to have a bit of fun and you and you had heard Texas nightlife was very fun!

That's how you found yourself, perched on a barstool, at a downtown Austin bar, listening to drunk people sing karaoke only hours after unpacking your clothes. You giggled lightly to yourself as a very drunk man hit a way too high note. Rotating the barstool around to place your now empty glass on the counter and just as you were about to motion the bar tender over to order another a man settled in next to you. He leaned against the counter, a bit closer to you than you would've liked.

"Hello gorgeous, how 'bout you let me get you a drink?" His words slurred together as the smell of the beer on his breath wafted towards you. Your nose scrunched in disgust.

"How about no?" Your tone was sweet, but your words were not as you batted your eyelashes at the man. He was cute, but you weren't exactly in the mood for flirting especially with someone as intoxicated as him.

"Come on, one drink. We don't even gotta have a conversation, just wanna know your name. I'm Tommy by the way." He held out his hand, with how close he was it almost hit you in the face. You recoiled.

That's when a different man appeared next to the two of you, he grabbed Tommy by the bicep and yanked his hand back. Then pulled his body a few feet away from you, finally giving you the space you had been wanting the whole time.

"I'm sorry about him, sugar. My brother is an idiot and I'm an idiot for thinking he'd be okay alone for five minutes." He turns to Tommy. "Can't even let me pee, without causing me problems, can you?"

Trying to hold back your smile, you flattened out your skirt, getting rid of the imaginary wrinkles in it. The brother's eyes lock onto your hands, seemingly just now taking you in. He gulps as his eyes glaze over, then clears his throat.

"I really am sorry about him. Here, let me buy you a drink." He says and you almost giggle at how badly the two brothers want to buy you alcohol.

"Don't worry about it! Sadly, I am used to drunk men coming up to me. I appreciate it though, but honestly I should get home." He looks lost in thought, like he's debating offering to drive you home. But just as he opens his mouth Tommy slips and falls, almost taking his brother down with him. Then, who you're assuming is the older one tries to get him back to his feet.

He continues to struggle to get Tommy up, as you stand from your seat after placing a few dollars onto the bar for tip. Tommy drops to the floor again and he sighs. Ruffling through his pocket he pulls out his card and hands it to you.

With a quick, "If you ever want that drink." Before getting Tommy to his feet and pushing him back to where they must have been sitting. You glance at the card wanting to know his name.

Joel

A few days later, you found yourself at the grocery store. You wandered aimlessly through the aisles. Half in an attempt to orientate yourself with the new areas and half just looking for what sounded good. You wanted snacks, just weren't sure what exactly. As you pushed your now pretty full cart down the wine aisle, you saw a familiar face at the other end.

You tracked him with your eyes for a second before his met yours. A smile graced his lips, eyebrows raising in surprise. Honestly you were surprised yourself. Not only did he recognize you, but he was happy to see you.

Making his way towards you, he offered you a small wave, which you returned. Your cheeks heated up slightly, you remembered he was attractive, but now in the bright florescence it showed even more. Glancing down at your outfit, you cursed yourself for not putting in just a bit more effort this morning.

"Hello again." Joel said when he finally made it over to you.

"Hello again," You mirrored his words, "Wasn't sure you would recognize me just now." You cursed yourself at the words you let slip out. Insecurities on full display.

"Of course I would recognize that beautiful face again." He says nonchalantly, like he didn't just openly call you beautiful. Like he didn't just openly flirt with you!

Cheeks flushed, you cleared your throat, "Did...uh...did you and Tommy get home alright?" He smiles like you've said something funny.

"We did, you?" Awkwardly, you shift your weight.

"I did."

He looks at you with the same smile from before, something mischievous now playing in his eyes. Cocking his head at you, he looks like he is trying to get you to say more.

"You never called, don't want that drink, sugar?" Now you are adorning a playful look back. He was scared you weren't going to call him?

"I was getting to it." You say, simply. Not wanting to come off too desperate, but also not letting his hopes get dashed.

"I was really looking forward to seeing you again." Joel takes a step closer to you.

"I might be at the bar sometime this weekend, maybe you will." At your words his eyes darken slightly. He knows you are toying with him.

Taking one more step towards you he leans down, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, "Maybe I will." And he's trying to play back. He smirks at you before offering you another wave and walking off into the depths of the store.

You are left there, blinking and blushing at his retreating figure.

That weekend, you were doing your makeup oh so precisely. The dress you had picked out hugged your figure perfectly. You wore your best heels. Your hair was meticulous. Now to just hope Joel showed.

It's not like the two of you picked a specific day or time so what if he wasn't there? You couldn't think like that, you could only hope for the best and look your best too.

As you pushed open the door of the same bar you had first met Joel at the cool air washed over you, causing you to shiver. That's when your eyes met with his. It was almost like he had his eyes trained onto the door, just waiting for you to arrive. It looked like he chuckled at your shiver as he stood and made his way over to you.

"Cold princess?" His head cocked at you in amusement.

You crossed your arms, "Actually I'm just fine." And with a nod you saunter past him and towards the bar to order a drink.

He follows closely behind him and you just know he's smirking at your response. Joel lets you attempt, and fail, to gain the bartenders attention. Before he places a hand lightly on your shoulder and nods as if to say "watch this".

Bringing his fingers to his lips he blows out a loud whistle, your eyes widen in shock. He smirks down at you before making eye contact with the bar tender who is now staring incredulously at Joel.

"Joe, think you can get my girl here a drink?" My girl? He didn't mean it like that, he couldn't have.

"Only since she's so pretty. But you? I've told you about doing that, Miller. So annoying." The bartender, Joe, mumbles the last part more to himself but both you and Joel hear it. Joel laughs behind you, you feel the rumble of his chest against your back. A shiver runs down your spine.

He leans down, talking into your ear, "Sure you aren't cold?"

You roll your eyes, he knows what he's doing. Actually, he's doing it on purpose. Letting out a scoff, you readjust your position on the stool allowing your body to graze against Joel's a bit more. His hand reaches out to grip the edge of the bar. You can feel his eyes boring into you, his knuckles are turning white. Yep, you know what you're doing as well.

And just as Joel was about to say something else to you, Joe comes back with two drinks in hand. He passes a smaller glass to Joel, with what you assume is scotch in it. Then he passes a taller glass with a mixed drink in it to you. Its the same drink you got the other night you came in and you wonder how Joe remembered. But you brush it off as good customer service and take a sip of your fruity drink.

Joel smirks down at you as you are obviously enjoying your drink ad sips his as well. The ice clinks in his glass when he sits down the half empty vessel next to you.

Once again, he speaks into your ear, "Why don't we find a booth?" Nodding in response, he holds his hand out to you to help you off of the stool. You can't help the blush that rises to your cheeks at how much of a gentleman he is.

The two of you sat and talked for hours. Subtle flirts, learning about each other, anything and everything. Although you weren't sure you were ready for a relationship after the train wreck that was your last one, you enjoyed Joel's company and it seemed like he enjoyed yours. Plus, it didn't hurt to just have a strictly physical relationship, did it?

Thats how you found yourself agreeing to another date with Joel. Thats how you found yourself moving your hips into his on the dance floor. And thats how you found yourself in his bed later that night.

Currently he was sitting on the edge of the bed, your legs straddling his as you kissed fervently. Your hips moved seemingly on their own, grinding your clothed core down onto his jean clad member. He groans into your mouth when you grind down even rougher. Big hands grip onto your hips, stilling your movements.

"Careful princess." His voice is deep as he mutters into your lips before catching them in a deep kiss again. This causes you to now let out a moan. Damnit if you weren't the most turned on you've ever been.

Joel seems to catch onto the faster movements of your hips, knowing you need more. His lips trial down your neck to the juncture of your shoulder, he bits you lightly before licking over the marks. You gasp, bucking your hips forward at the feeling. He smirks against your skin and moves his lips down your exposed chest. Silently thanking yourself for wearing such a low cut top.

Lips ghost against the skin of your breast before he pulls your shirt aside to let one boob out of its constraints. He sucks your nipple into his mouth and that's when you fully loose yourself into the pleasure. If you weren't fucked before, you sure were now. Well...you were going to be soon hopefully.

Pulling off of your bud, his breath fans over the sensitive skin causing a shiver to run down your spine. Something flashes in his eyes as a smirk graces his lips.

"Either you're always cold or I really have an effect on you." He says, craning his neck back towards your lips. You roll your eyes before he's meeting lips with your own and flipping you over to lay on the bed.

Your head lands all but gracefully on the plush surface, his lips never leaving yours. The hands that were on your hips, now explored your body leaving goosebumps in their wake. One massaged your still covered breast, the other slowly made its way up the inside of your thigh. His fingers tentatively crossed over your core and up to the buttons of your pants. Your need to have him inside of you grew stronger as you lifted your hips involuntarily, trying to urge him to take of your pants.

"So desperate." Is all Joel says before he is popping open the first button. Then the next. Then the next. Slowly he unbuttons them all and pulls your pants just as slowly down your legs. The pace makes you whimper out.

He was right, you were desperate. But with how slow he was going, who wouldn't be?

"I want to taste that pretty pussy." Joel says as he finally makes eye contact with your lacy underwear.

"Please, I just want you inside me." He gives you a look at your words, like he wasn't sure you meant it. Or he wasn't sure you were that ready?

"Next time, please Joel just fuck me already."

He seems to contemplate this for a second, but ultimately agrees, "Your wish is my command."

He slips out of his own shirt and quickly slides his jeans off too. Standing there in just his underwear, you swear you could pass out from the view alone. But your head was too cloudy to say anything. Joel seemed to see the lust in your eyes and just shook his head before grabbing a condom from the nightstand.

"Take your shirt off for me, sugar." Its a bit more of a request than a command but you follow it like it was an order. You had to admit it was a bit sexy to be told what to do.

"Good girl, let me see how wet you are." He stands over you while stroking his hardening dick through his underwear. You watch in awe before following his instructions and pull your own panties off of you.

Spreading your legs, you display your pussy to him and he groans at the sight. He strokes himself a bit faster as you slide your fingers through your soaked folds. Fingers dip into your opening and you hold back your reaction, keeping your eyes locked onto his. When your fingers are thoroughly coated in your juice, you trail them up your torso to your mouth. Sucking your fingers in and licking them clean.

Darkness fills Joel's eyes as he decides this is the last straw and he is on top of you in a instant. Pulling your fingers out of your mouth he shoves them into his own, swirling his tongue around your digits.

Quickly he pushes off of you just to take off his underwear and slip the condom onto his painfully hard penis. You gulp at the sight, mouth watering like you've been in a desert for days. You make a note that next time you must also taste him.

But, these thoughts leave your head as quickly as they came because Joel is pushing his member into you. As the tip breaches your entrance, you are gasping and gripping onto his arms for support. You feel his muscles tensing under your fingertips as he begrudgingly paces himself, trying to let you adjust

You almost giggle at the pained look on his face. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you hook your ankles together and pull him the rest of the way inside of you. He has to catch himself from falling on top of you from both a mixture of shock and the forceful nature of your movement.

Eyes meet yours with a shocked look. You just give him a smirk and a shrug in return. Regaining his composure, he pulls out of almost completely. So painfully slowly that you almost keel over. You know its your punishment for what you had done and you were feeling the full force of your actions.

But, the punishing doesn't last long as he enters you again. He thrusts out to his tip again only quicker and rougher. Continuing this action of thrusting in and out of you picking up a tempo.

After letting out another moan when he slams into you particularly hard, you crane you neck slightly to see the look on his face. He seems to have fully lost himself in the pleasure. The teasing is all lost and he is now fully focused on getting you both to your orgasms.

Joel is now fucking into you with no more reservations. He reaches a hand between the two of you, using his thumb to rub your clit. He rubs the bud in circles, trying to work you towards your peak.

"Cum for me, princess." He says with a grunt, gripping your hips roughly. His hips snap into yours roughly.

You feel the beginnings of your orgasm. The coil in your stomach begins to tighten. Your hips buck up at the feeling, needing to orgasm.

"Joel!" You gasp out as you are pushed over the edge. You clench around his cock, pussy urging him to cum as well.

Working you through your orgasm, he continues his motions on your clit. He thrusts are getting a bit out of rhythm as he is also reaching his own peak. Leaning over you he reattaches his lips to yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

As his hips stutter into yours he is thrusting into you one last time before spilling his load into the condom. Joel moans into your mouth as he works himself through his orgasm. Hips slow down as his orgasm ends and Joel is plopping down next to you. Wrapping you in his arms as his member is still inside of you.

All that is heard in the room is heavy breathing for a minute as Joel's sweaty body surrounds yours. You look up at him and his eyes meet yours. A smile graces his lips before he is pecking your nose and bringing you even closer to him.

Eventually, he pulls out of you and ties of the condom. Moving to toss it in the en suite before returning just to wrap you back into his warm embrace.

After the first time you and Joel hooked up, the two of you hung out at least three times a week. You would go to the bar, get a few drinks, talk a bit, laugh a bit. But you would always end up back at Joel's place. In his bed. In his arms.

Your mom was also starting to catch onto something going on with you. With you coming home late, giggling on your phone, smiling randomly at the thought of Joel. Not to mention, you were acting a bit shady. Even your friend noticed a change when she called you the other day.

But it was nothing but physical, right? Right...

Pushing open the door as silently as you could, you slightly stumbled into the dark house. Still a little tipsy as well as a bit of jelly legs from your earlier activities. Slipping off your shoes and picking them up so your heels wouldn't echo, you tried to reach the stairs to your room.

The minute your hand grabbed the banister, the lights in the living room flipped on like some movie scene. Your mom sat on the couch, arms crossed staring at you.

Jumping you tried to calmly greet her, "Hey mom."

"Don't 'hey mom' me, where have you been?" She was never this serious, so it scared you slightly.

"Out, I found a bar in town and I've been hanging out there." You didn't want to mention Joel just yet. One because how did you explain to your mom that you had a fuck buddy. And two that that fuck buddy was almost twice your age.

"By yourself?" Shit, she saw right through you.

"I mean, I talk to a few people there. Made friends with the bar tender. Well sort of, he's a bit serious and-"

She held up her hand to stop your rambling. You snapped your mouth shut.

"Who drove you home?" Joel had been driving you home from his house almost every time you guys hung out. He didn't like you taking a taxi that late.

You gulped, "I got a taxi."

"I know that's not true, Y/N. You're seeing someone. I can tell. You're different since we moved here and I think it has to do with someone." Your eyebrows furrow at her confession. Was she mad at you for staying out or mad at you for keeping secrets from her?

"Okay, maybe I am. I'm an adult!" You really weren't sure what she wanted to hear at this moment.

"You are, but I just want to make sure you are responsible."

Now you were rolling your eyes and crossing your arms back at her.

"Responsible? I can assure you I am." What did she think? That you were going around sleeping with randos and not using protection?

"Good," She stood up now and made her way over to you, "I just want to make sure you're okay, sweetie. After all that happened before..." She trailed off when she saw the hurt on your face at the mention of your ex.

She continued, "Anyways, I can see you're happy, so I won't pester you much about it anymore. But, can you at least try to come home earlier. You know I worry." She places a kiss on your forehead and moves past you up the stairs a bit, only turning back to hear your reply.

"I will, I'm sorry you were worried." You smile at her, she returns that smile.

Making her way to her room she shouts back one more thing before closing herself in her room, "And I wanna meet him sometime!"

This has you gulping, breathing cut short, body rigid. How were you going to get out of this one?

The next morning as you sluggishly made your way to the kitchen, you were greeted by your overly excited mother.

"Morning sweetie!" You almost cringe at her loud voice, feeling the effects of your late night.

"Morning." You grumble out, before making your way to the pantry to find something to eat.

She's humming to herself as she cooks some eggs on the stove. At first you don't think much of it, until you notice her almost bouncing on the balls of her feet. It makes you take a pause, she was excited about something and she definitely wanted to tell you about it.

"Why are you so happy?" You ask with a smile in your voice. Leaning against the pantry door, you make eye contact with her. She blushes, smiles, and then looks back down at her eggs.

"Remember how I told you I went out with a group of friends from high school the other night?" You nod recalling how she animatedly told you about that night and all the nostalgia.

"Well, we are all hanging out again tonight. I'm just excited." Now you nod in acknowledgement. But she did seem a bit more excited than just a hang out, eh whatever.

You went back to looking for your cereal, grabbing it and a bowl. While pouring your cereal into your bowl, your mom speaks again.

"Plus, I might have a man too." Jumping slightly at her confession, you almost spill your cereal. You weren't sure you were ready for her to date again. It seemed weird after your parents had just divorced. You'd never seen either of them with anyone else, just strange.

She continues without you saying anything, "We went to school together. Used to have a bit of crush on him back then, but never worked out. Anyway, he was with us that other night and when I tell you he aged well!"

Almost laughing at how your mom was acting like one of your friends. Cute little crush and everything! You still felt a bit weird about hearing something like this from her. First of all, ew! Second of all, was she ready?

"Oh, that's nice." Is all you can manage to say, before taking a bite of your cereal, that you had just finished pouring milk into.

"'That's nice.'" She repeats, setting her spatula down and not making eye contact with you.

"Yeah, mom, that's nice. It will be nice for you, after dad..." You trail off, not sure if this is a sore subject or not. The two of you didn't talk much about the divorce anymore. So you thought it better to tread lightly.

"I think so too." She says, a bit more happier now as she resumes her eggs.

Yep, it will be nice.

After your awkward breakfast with your mom, you returned to your room to text Joel. If your mom was going out, you might as well too, right?

A few minutes later, your phone buzzed with a message. Quickly dropping whatever you were previously doing you crashed down onto your stomach on your bed. Kicking your feet as you unlocked your phone to read the message.

Joel: Sorry, sugar but I have plans tonight. Tomorrow?

You sigh, guess everyone was busy tonight.

You: No worries! See you tomorrow!

Sighing, you flipped onto your back, staring at your ceiling trying to think of what was going to keep you occupied tonight.

You decided to take the time for a self care night. Painted your nails, did a face mask, read a bit, before ultimately ending up in the bath.

The soak felt nice and after weeks of not focusing on yourself enough, it also felt nice to just relax. Plus, if you were glowing the next time you saw Joel, he probably wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of you.

That's how you found yourself, wrapped up in your soft robe propped up at your vanity. Hair wrapped in a towel while you rubbed lotion into your legs.

Just as you were finishing up, the doorbell rang downstairs. Sighing, not really wanting an interruption, but needing to answer it nonetheless. You pushed up from your seat and made your way downstairs. Not even bothering to change out of your robe.

And you would have never expected what you were about to see on the other side of the door as you swung it open.

There stood Joel and another lady, trying to hold up your very drunk mother. Eye immediately lock onto Joel's, an apologetic look on his face as he wasn't sure what to say.

Your mother however saw you and tried to rush at you to hug you. Slurring about this and that. How much fun she had, how pretty you were, anything and everything that came to her inebriated mind.

Joel and the lady held her back, trying to keep her on her feet and off of you. After the initial shock of the moment, you finally realized they were probably trying to get you to let them inside.

"Oh! Um, come in. I'm sorry about her, uh maybe just put her on the couch?" You gesture towards the living room and move aside to let all three of them through. Joel glances back at you as you close the door, eyes also trained onto him.

They try to place your mother onto the couch as carefully as they can, but she falls to the side anyways. You are almost horrified at the situation. Joel, here. Your mom, drunk. Joel with your drunk mom.

Joel clears his throat while the lady is busying herself with your mom, "As you can see, she's a bit tipsy." He states the obvious, you bite your lip as he shuffles from foot to foot nervously.

"A bit." You conclude.

"Yeah, uh, it might have been my idea to play a drinking game. Sorry!" The lady on the couch calls over her shoulder, returning to your mom.

Your eyes never leave Joel's. As the shock subsides, you finally put some pieces together. Your mom was going to see some high school friends. Joel was one of your mom's high school friends. You were hooking up with your mom's friend. Fuck!

Joel tries to read your face, you can see how he wants to go over to you. Wants to apologize properly or explain himself. Anything to make you feel better.

"Sug-Uh, Y/N right?" He almost lets his pet name for you out. You nod, like he doesn't moan out your name nightly.

"'m Joel and that's Linda." You nod again. What then fuck is happening right now?

"Do you think we should take her upstairs?" The lady, Linda, finally turns to look at you. She scans you and you only just now realize what you are wearing. Or lack of what you are wearing. Eyes shift to Joel, who is seemingly now taking in your appearance as well. You notice his Adam's apple bob a bit as he tries to wet his now very dry mouth.

"I mean, she will probably be fine there. One night on the couch isn't so bad." You try to joke but Linda's face stays stern.

"I'll take her up, can you bring her some water?" She looks to you and you nod again, now gulping at how serious she is.

Linda grabs your mom off the couch and surprisingly easily takes your mom up the stairs.

"The door on the left." You call out, realizing you never told her. Linda grunts in acknowledgement before taking your mom into your room. The second the door closes, Joel speaks.

"Linda's a bit serious."

"A bit serious? I was gonna say scary." He laughs at your statement.

"She is, isn't she?" He laughs again, before stopping as his eyes latch onto yours.

"Baby..." He trails off, not sure what to say.

"So, you're friends with my mom?" He nods. You open your mouth once, twice, before closing it again. Also not sure what to say.

"Obviously, I didn't know until she gave me the address tonight. Then I didn't know what I was going to say to you. I couldn't act like I knew you and-" He stops his rambling as you step towards him, placing a hand on his chest.

"It's okay, I know you didn't know. I know you wouldn't keep something like that from me." His hand engulfs yours, pulling it up to his mouth to peck your palm.

"You're so good to me." Taking a step closer, his forehead rests on yours.

You giggle, "You're so good to me."

The two of you sit there in silence for a second before he speaks again.

"You look so pretty right now, angel. I wish I could kiss you."

"You could." You confirm, bringing your face closer to his.

And right as he is about to attach his lips to yours, something crashes up stairs. you jump back from Joel at the sound before the two of you rush upstairs. Just to find Linda and your mom on the floor, laughing. You sigh in relief before noticing the pile of book knocked off the bookshelf.

"What happened?" You ask.

"She fell while trying to put her pants on. Knocked over all these books and me." Linda replies in between laughs. Only a bit shocked by her switch in emotions, you sign again.

"It's okay, you guys have done enough. I'll put her to bed now and clean that up in the morning. Thank you for everything." Linda nods, stands, and dusts herself off. Before looking to Joel who just gestures for her to go first.

Joel glances back at you once last time. Almost taking a step towards you, before shaking his head and following behind Linda.

The front door closes down stairs and your attention returns to your mom who is still sitting on the floor. Her head is slumped over and her breathing is even, like she has fallen asleep just like that.

"Come on, mom, let's get you to bed." You reach under her arms to lift her up. She doesn't help but falls into another giggling fit. Trying so hard not to laugh to you push her down under her seats, tucking her in just like she used to when you were little.

"That was him." She says all of a sudden.

"That was who?" You reply, not fully listening as you pick up one of the books.

"The guy I was telling you about. The one that grew up well. He's hot right?" You stop mid movement of picking up another book. What?

But before you can even say anything else soft snores come from the bed. You stand up and place the book back onto their shelf. Leaving the room silently.

You lean against the door once you shut it, stomach tying into knots.

The guy your mom is interested in is the guy that you are currently seeing. What the fuck?

The next morning it was your mom's turn to come into the kitchen groaning. Holding her head she sits at one of the barstools at the island.

"Morning sunshine." You greet her with a laugh while sipping your coffee.

She just grunts in response, you laugh again. Turning to make her her own mug of coffee, knowing that's exactly what she wants right now.

You slide it over to her, her eyes widen for only a second before lifting the mug to her lips. As soon as the liquid touches her tongue she is smiling into the brim of it.

"Thank you." She says as she places it back onto the counter. You raise your own mug to her in a "you're welcome" gesture. She sighs.

"Did I embarrass myself last night?" Groaning again while rubbing her temples.

You laugh, "Only a little." Holding up a pinching gesture with the hand not holding your coffee.

You take a sip while your mom speaks again, "Oh! But you met Joel right? What do you think?" And that's when you choke. You were kind of hoping she didn't bring up Joel.

"That bad?" Your mom chuckles while you try to recover from your coughing fit.

"Uh...um he didn't seem too bad." You finally say as you recover just enough to let the words out.

Your mom only nods, taking your short answer as enough.

What were you going to do?

You had sent a text earlier in the day to confirm with Joel that the two of you were still on for tonight. Although, you were a bit confused by the whole situation currently. You knew how you felt about Joel and honestly you were tired of hiding it from not only yourself but also him.

Now you could only hope he felt the same. That hope, however, came fully to fruition when the you showed up to Joe's bar and Joel was standing there waiting for you, bouquet in hand. You almost teared up at the gesture.

When you crossed the bar to him, he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling your body into his. He placed a kiss on the top of your head before handing the flowers to you.

"Sorry again about last night." You hit his chest at his statement. He backs up in shock, mouth wide open. His dramatics make you laugh.

"Stop saying sorry, it isn't your fault. My mom should be apologizing to you!"

"Still I should've at least warned you we were coming." Dramatics dropped as he looks down at his feet.

"While you were driving? Joel Miller!" Now you are the one being overdramatic and it makes him laugh like it had made you laugh.

"Fine, but I still feel bad."

You sigh, "Fine, but you're not sitting in this corner all night! Dance with me!" You grab his hand and pull him onto the dance floor.

When you start dancing he is only swaying his hips a bit, not fully into it. But you aren't having any of that, you grab his arms and slide his hands down your sides. Flipping around so your ass makes contact with his crotch. This seems to make him react as he grabs your hips in almost a warning.

Although, of course, this only eggs you on to continue your teasing. Grinding your hips back into his like that very first night the two of you hooked up. You spin back around, hands moving up his stomach and chest finally resting latched behind his neck. Your head is tossed back as you continue to move your hips dangerously close to his own. Neck is on full display for Joel and he takes this as an opportunity to crane down and place a soft kiss there.

His head now rests on your shoulder using his hands to help move your hips in time with his. You smile, he must be feeling a bit better now. So when he raises his head out of the crook of your neck you raise your own to meet eyes.

But you don't see lust there, you see something else. Love? It makes you gulp, goosebumps raising on your skin as he leans down to bring his lips to yours.

And when he pulls away, "I want you." He says, but it isn't in the lustful way he usually says it. Not sure how to reply, you smirk teasingly.

"Then take me."

"Not like that, baby. I-I want you. I-" Words seem to stop at the top of his throat, fearing that they will topple over.

Still unsure, you say the first thing that comes to mind, "You have me. I've been yours for a while, Joel." The look in his eyes sparks almost unnoticeably.

"You're mine?" You nod. "Promise?" Another nod.

"Come home with me?" Instead of answering, you attach your lips to him.

Waking up in Joel's arms felt so much different than all the times you had been in his bed and in his arms before. Something about the intimacy of your conversation from the night before and the intimacy of being in his bed now. You were just so serene. It felt right. There was no other way to describe it.

Obviously, after leaving Joe's you ended up at Joel's place once again. Although this time you had told your mom so she wouldn't worry and you had also, at Joel's request, told her that you weren't going to come home at all tonight.

Of course, like all the nights before Joel and you had ended up fucking, but last night felt different. It was slower, it was intimate, it was like he was making love to you. If you had asked Joel he would tell you that's exactly what he was doing.

Glancing over at Joel, you see that he is still asleep. You try to carefully let yourself out of grip to get out of bed but his strong arms keep you there.

As you try again, he just grips you tighter letting out a groan. He opens his eyes slowly.

"Don't leave me." He says while still waking up.

"I'm not leaving, Joel, I-" He cuts you off by pulling you roughly into his side.

"Joel-" you warn with a squeak as he pushes on your stomach with the heel of hi hand. "-I need to pee."

He still doesn't let you up. Just nuzzles his face into your hair. His breath tickles your neck.

"If you don't let me go, I'll end up peeing in your bed." You try to warn him again and finally he lets you go with a sigh.

But before you can make it fully into the bathroom he is calling out behind you.

"You're mine?" Your eyes roll.

"Yes."

"Promise?"

"Joel." Another warning tone.

"Promise." This time it wasn't a question.

"I promise. Now let me go pee!"

After peeing, you returned to Joel who was still sprawled out in bed. He brought you back into his arms as quickly as he could. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just bathing it each other's warmth.

Until Joel's hands started wandering. First it started with rubbing soothing circles onto your back. Then the circles moved to your thighs. The circles becoming less soothing and more whimper inducing. Then they moved to just above the waistband of your pants (boxers you had borrowed from Joel). Only for them to dip past that waistband just a second later. Now teasing your already dripping slit.

Whimpering out, Joel caught your sound with his lips. Letting his tongue taste yours. The kiss was slow, passionate. No matter how much he wanted you, he was taking it slow.

His fingers continued teasing your pussy lips, collecting your juices before slipping just the tip of fingers past your folds. Gasping, you bit down on his lip, causing him to groan into your mouth. The shock made him loose himself for a second but he recovered quickly and continued teasing you.

He did this for a minute or two never letting his lips leave yours. Bringing his fingers to your clit he rubbed the bud a few times before slipping his hand out of pants. You whined at the loss.

"I need to be inside of you. Can't wait any longer." He says before pushing you to turn around so he was now behind you.

You heard Joel rustling through his nightstand for a second before tearing open a package. Shifting away from your warmth for only a second to slide his underwear down and slip the condom on.

As quickly as he can he is returning to touching you, hand moving up under your shirt. Lips are on your neck nipping and sucking lightly at the sensitive skin.

The hand in your shirt moves up to tease your boob, massaging both of them. The other hand is moving back to the waistband of your pants, slipping them down your legs as much as he can in the position that you are in. You help him by lifting your hips a bit.

Joel slides his dick into you from behind, it being easy from till being a bit stretched out from last night. Not to mention all the teasing and the amount of wetness that is almost dripping down your thighs at this point.

You don't even need to adjust to the stretch, "Please Joel." You breath out. He continues fucking into behind and kissing at your neck.

Hand is still in your shirt, just holding onto your tit. The other is holding your hip in place, like he thinks you'll slip away from him. He is fully seated inside of you when he slowly pulls out of you to hi tip, before fucking back into all the way to the hilt.

He continues his slow and steady pace, just taking his time with your body. Needing to feel all of you. Needing you.

Thrusting his dick in and out of you. Working both of you towards your release. Morning sex with Joel was definitely different than any of the sex you've ever had with him before but you were loving it. You loved how he was taking his time. He didn't want either of you to get overstimulated.

The hand that was on your hip wrapped around to tease your clit. The strokes were as slow as his thrusts. But he strokes once particularly roughly and you are moaning, turning your head to try and meet lips with Joel. He obliges and connects your lips.

This is what sends you hurtling towards your end. The softness of the kiss, the circles on your clit, and the slow yet perfect thrusts. It crashes over you unexpectedly and has you moaning out loudly disconnecting your lips just so you can catch your breath.

And the feeling of your walls clenching onto his member has him closer to his peak quickly as well. He's usually very sensitive in the morning so he isn't very surprised. So when you seemed to have caught your breath and you no longer are jerking with your orgasm, Joel is placing his lips back on yours. Kissing you deeply as he swallows your breathy moans from the overstimulation.

This causes him to reach his peak, cumming into the condom with a throaty moan. Thrusting roughly into you a few times to work himself through his orgasm. When he is finished he is pulling out of you and using your shoulder to turn you back to face him.

He pulls your head into his chest. Breathing is still a bit labored as the two of you just feel the other person. Appreciating the comfort. Breathing in each other's scents, content.

Later that day after a shower, with Joel, he drove you back to your house to drop you off. You didn't have any clothes with you after all, so you at least had to change and because you didn't exactly want to leave Joel yet, when you didn't see your mom's car in the driveway you convinced Joel to come up with you.

He didn't protest much after you promised him your mom would not be returning any time soon. So he followed you through the house and into your room. You ushered him in and watched as he took it all in. Shutting the door behind you two, you made your way across the room to Joel.

Wrapping your arms around him from behind as he looked at some pictures on your desk. You hadn't realized until now but Joel had never seen the way you lived and it was comforting to finally have him in your space.

"That's when I was seven." You said as he picked up a picture of you with a soccer ball in hand, blue jersey hanging on your little torso. "I begged my dad to sign me up for soccer and only did it for about three weeks before I decided I hated it." You laugh at the memory.

He laughs too and places it down, now picking up a picture of you and your friend from prom.

"That feels like ages ago." You muse, "There used to be another girl in this picture but she uh she fucked my boyfriend so I cut her out." You nod into his back before disconnecting your arms and moving across the room to sit on your bed. Playing with your hands, he places the photo down and moves to sit with you.

"I'd never do that to you." He says after a beat of silence.

"Fuck my boyfriend? I hope not." You try to joke but it doesn't fully reach your voice.

Joel grabs your hands, "Cheat on you." He says the thing you weren't sure you wanted to hear. You open your mouth but aren't sure what to say.

So he speaks instead, "You deserve the world and I want you to know that I'm prepared to give it to you." You smile, finally bringing your eyes to his.

"You sound so old!" You jest as you hit his chest. He grabs your wrist using it pull you forward into him. You fall into his chest, Joel uses that as an opportunity to stable you by a hand on your hip.

"If I really was that old, I don't think I could fuck you the way I do." He tone is laced with seduction as he brings his lips to ghost yours. Breath fans over your face, causing you to shiver. He smirks almost bringing up the inside joke of you being cold all the time. But throws this away to instead attach his lips to yours.

The kiss is fiery, not like the ones from this morning that were filled with passion, this one was like he needed to prove something. Prove he would always be yours and you would always be his.

His lips and his hands have you so much in a trance that neither of you hear a car pulling into the driveway. Or the front door opening. Or your mom calling out your name. Or climbing up the stairs. Or opening your door.

But you do hear the gasp and the sound of bags dropping to the floor as your mom sees the two of you. Pulling away quickly both you and Joel jump away from each other like a fire was just lit between you. Your head snaps to look at your mom and then back to Joel and notice she is doing the same thing with the both of you.

"Mom, I-" You try to explain but loose your words and good thing too because they would be falling on deaf ears anyways. With her blinking twice and rushing out of the room, back down the stairs, out of the house, and driving away.

You look back to Joel who has a mortified look on his face, then back to the doorway your mom was just in.

"Shit."

Part 2 !!!!!!!

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Paring(s): JJ maybank x fem!reader

Summary: Request- John b's little sister grew up with JJ. Both boys are protective of her but when John B and Sarah leave on the boat, she only has JJ. She realizes she has feelings for him, not knowing he feels the same.

Authors note: I decided I could give you guys a sprinkle of fluff and slight smut after the last two pieces! This takes place at the beginning of season 2 where they believe Sarah and John b are dead.

Also, someone complained about the length of my pieces. I know they’re long but it’s just my writing style. I like for the readers to feel what the main character is feeling. If the length bothers you, then don’t read it!

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Angry.

That’s how I felt.

At myself. At my dad. At John B.

When we first lost our dad, it didn’t feel real. I waited outside on the steps of the chateu hoping to see him come back on his boat. Suddenly, hours turned to days which turned into months and the hope that filled my chest shrank bit by bit until I no longer sat outside.

Instead, John B and I did what we could. After successfully evading CPS, we decided it was best to lay low. That was the thing about us, we always managed to make the best out of a shitty situation because let’s face it, being born on the cut was shitty situation after shitty situation.

Unfortunately, it felt like the stress had finally caught up to me. Being surrounded by unfamiliar people caused a bitter sense of panic to fill my very core. My anxiety had amplified tenfold as the once out going girl became completely sheltered.

It was safer that way. At least, if I isolated myself, losing someone else won’t hurt as bad as this. Because as long as I had my brother, everything else was manageable.

Losing my dad was tough, almost impossible but at least I had John B.

Until, I didn’t.

It didn’t hit me until I saw the boat capsize with my brother and Sarah in it. I was truly an orphan, in every sense of the word.

My knees had given out as every emotion crashed into my body like a violent tsunami. A silent scream leaving my body as I could no longer hold myself up.

Familiar arms caught me just as I was about to hit the floor, the rain pounded into my skin like thousands of needles. As I drew in a sharp breath, my voice impossible to find, a delicate smell of sex wax and salt filled my nose.

JJ.

“Please breathe. I need you to take a b-breath,” He pleaded, his voice shook in obvious grief. He had just lost his brother too.

I couldn’t seem to do what he was asking. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing for this nightmare to end, but thought after thought slammed into my head repeatedly. My chest squeezed tightly, so tight that I began to claw at it, desperate to relieve the tension.

Yet, nothing seemed to work. I could see him now, his image blurred due to the tears falling from my eyes. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t hear anything.

My fingers slowly started to cramp due to the lack of oxygen from my inability to calm down. The tidal wave known as anxiety pulled me deep, my vision slowly becoming black before my unconscious body falls limp in the arms of my brother’s best friend.

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I hated this sign.

My eyes glared at the makeshift headstone my friends made for Sarah and John B that was carved into the tree.

It served as another reminder that my brother left me.

I’ve become close friends with anger and sadness.

Our friends tried to give me a sense of stability and normalcy, one that I’ve been lacking since the moment our dad died. Kie always stopped by bringing left overs from her parent’s restaurant. Pope would help me with my homework and go over scholarship options. I knew he was trying to help me plan for the future, but we both knew he was the only one that could really get out. I welcomed the distraction and tried to enjoy the small bubble I’ve created for myself.

And then, there was JJ.

JJ was special.

He all but moved in to the chateau, never leaving me alone in my thoughts for too long. He took up a serving job at some kook club to feed us and always brought me with him. I would sit in a small corner throughout, his shifts and enjoy his company.

In a way, I think it was for him just as much as it was for me. We had both bonded over the loss of my brother and it caused an invisible string to tether us together in a way that almost felt intimate.

I blew out a breath.

Standing up, I wiped off the dirt from my thighs and flexed my hands. JJ was on his way to pick me up and take me to the annual bonfire here on the island.

When he asked me, my first reaction was an immediate no. I had avoided going near large groups of people since they believed my brother to be a murder, therefore, making me guilty by association. Just the thought of surrounding myself around those people made my skin itch.

But I also knew that we were both desperate to feel the closest thing to normal that we could find.

What he didn’t know was that feeling of normalcy could only be achieved when he was with me. Breathing was easier when he was with me, living was easier.

The familiar sound of a bike engine caused my stomach to flutter with nerves.

“You ready?”

Inhaling deeply, I turned around to see JJ leaning against his bike looking every bit as handsome as the first time I laid eyes on him. He was grinning, something he reserved just for me, with a toothpick on one side.

If he was here, then I’d be able to do anything.

“I go where you go.”

JJ’s blue eyes shined at my words. He shot me his infamous smirk that nearly caused the butterflies in my stomach to erupt.

“You got that right. Get on the bike, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

My brain was my biggest enemy. It had a tendency to disrupt whatever sense of peace I had and destroy it with every self sabotaging thought I’ve ever had.

In this case, my brain wanted to know just how many girls sat there before me.

Noticing my hesitation, JJ raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “What’s up?”

“I just don’t want to get cooties from all the girls you let on this thing.”

He rolled his eyes. “Get your ass on the bike.”

My feet moved towards the bike as I mumbled under my breath. Stopping in front of him, JJ brushes some loose strands of my hair out of my face before grabbing the helmet that was on the seat.

I reached for it but JJ shoved my hands away, shooting me a flat look. Huffing, I stood there as JJ placed the helmet on my head, tightening the strap under my chin.

“Why do I have to wear a helmet and you don’t?”

“Because you matter.” His response was immediate.

Speechless, I said nothing more as he continued with the unnecessary pampering before he finally let me on the bike. Revving the engine, JJ kicks up the stand before reaching behind and grabbing my arm, settling it around his waist. He tapped my thigh twice to signal we were going and we took off.

I clung to his body, watching as the greenery blurred into one large mass, my thoughts doing the same.

You matter.

You matter.

You matter.

But what did that mean? What did it mean to him? What did I mean to him?

Because, I knew exactly what he meant to me.

There were small moments we shared. Our eye contact would stay on each other for a beat too long or his hands would linger just a minute longer than normal.

I knew, at least for me, our friendship had reached a very blurred line. My feelings for him seemed to consume me but I couldn’t tell how he felt. No one ever could, JJ didn’t let them.

He would say things like this that would completely throw me out of the loop. So we settled into a routine, one that resembled a relationship yet we weren’t in one.

The familiar cackle of the fire and shouts of excitement signaled that we were close to the party. Unease leaked into my bloodstream as I flexed my fingers into JJ’s shirt, the nerves sky rocketing.

JJ parked next to some truck but my focus was broken. My eyes jumped all over, taking in the scene all while trying to remind myself to breathe. People were shot gunning while others were playing beer pong, kooks and pouges alike.

Everyone was laughing and smiling, but it all seemed foreign to me. This was what I used to do, when things weren’t as complicated and dark as they were now. It felt almost wrong to go dancing and drinking when my life was in shambles.

A small touch to my wrist pulled me out of my thoughts as I turned to face JJ. A look of concern painted his face as he pressed his fingers against my wrist, checking my pulse.

“JJ, I’m fine.” I said exasperated but secretly, I adored how he took care of me. It made me feel like to him, I was different than all the other girls.

I just couldn’t decipher if he took care of me out of obligation to John B or because he actually cared for me.

He picked up this habit after I passed out in his arms. JJ always brushed his fingers against the inside of my wrist, just to double check that I wasn’t going to pass out again.

My anxiety was yet another monster I had to tackle after I lost John B and JJ was the only one that could calm me down. He weighed me down like an anchor.

“Look at me,” he demanded, his fingers lifting my chin causing my eyes to meet his.

His gaze ran over every inch of my face before a small satisfied smile played his lips.

“Do you believe me now?”

JJ shot me a wink, before cupping my face gently. “I’ll be back with tequila, don’t move.”

A small laugh left my mouth. “JJ, I don’t hang out with anyone else.”

“I’m all you can handle anyways, baby.”

My stomach dipped at the term of endearment. Laughing it off, I shooed him away and within seconds people were calling out his name, tugging him into their groups.

He seemed relax—happy even—to be surrounded by familiar people that I’m sure made him feel normal. I wanted him to have that, god, did I want him to have that.

So I ignored the nausea that nipped at my throat and spent the next five minutes looking around, hoping to spot Pope or Kie with no luck.

JJ deserved some time that didn’t involve watching me.

Only, I didn’t expect him to disappear for the rest of the night.

Hours later, I pushed passed the sweaty, overheated bodies as the bass of the music trembled through the air rattling my chest. The mass of bodies caused a layer of sweat to cover my body the further I went into the crowd. Intense rap music was being blasted instantly getting a reaction by the drug induced people around me.

Just by a simple sweep of the overcrowded property, I gave it a solid half hour before the cops showed up.

A large figure stumbled into me, beer sloshing onto my top. I gasped, stepping back slightly wincing at the cold liquid dripping down my stomach.

"Sorry," He slurred before stumbling back into the mosh pit of raging teens.

A familiar laugh rang out and almost immediately my body reacted to it. It was odd. After years of hearing his voice and his laugh, you would think I'd have gotten used to it by now, but no.

The effect he had on my body left me stunned.

My eyes were drawn to him instantly. I blocked everything else out.

His head was tilted back as he belted out another laugh. JJ was leaning against a wall with a hand holding a beer bottle loosely and the other moving as he spoke animatedly to the group that surrounded him.

His sun touched skin complimented his bright blue orbs that shined with a child-like wonder. JJ’s golden colored locks were thick and fell into a messy heap on his head, loose strands brushing against his forehead.

The black cut muscle tee he wore displayed every muscle as he continued to move his arms to accompany his storytelling.

JJ Maybank was a sight for sore eyes.

He was still talking rapidly when he glanced up and locked eyes with mine. JJ’s ocean eyes shined as he shot me a megawatt smile nearly sending me to my knees. He stopped mid-conversation and motioned for me to come over, his eyes once again gleaming with a unspoken level of affection.

I remained frozen. Sometimes this happened. I got overwhelmed by just how much I needed him.

JJ managed to knock me off my feet a solid five times a day. Each time welcomed even more than the last.

He bit his lip, stopping a smile as he bid his friends goodbye and began walking over to where I stood, running a hand through his hair messily.

I opened my mouth, not knowing what to say when a manicured hand rested itself on his stomach, stopping him in his tracks.

“Haven’t see you in awhile. Where ya been?”

Stacey Williams had this thing about her.

What it was, I couldn’t say, but it was enough for JJ to keep going back for more. She was the only other girl in his life that he gave a fraction of his attention to.

That fact alone made me nervous.

Just walk away, JJ. Please just walk away.

Instead, he took a seat next to her and shot her smile that was reserved for me.

People stumble between us, blocking my view but I could still hear them conversing.

“You know me, Steis. I’m here, I’m there. Just doin’ me.”

She let out a giggle causing me to roll my eyes. He’s really not that funny.

“You haven’t been answering my calls. I figured, tonight you could come over and we could talk.”

My stomach tied itself in knots at the silence on his end. It was almost like he was contemplating going.

“I -I can’t tonight. I came with John b’s sister.”

I winced. That’s all I was to him?

I could see Stacey lean forward and slip her hand along the open slit of his muscle tee. “She follows you around like a lost puppy, JJ. It’s almost sad if it wasn’t so weird.”

I saw him shake his head. “It’s not like that, we’re both just dealing with everything the best way we can.”

Stacey rolled her eyes before she took a sip of her drink, “JJ, your hot but please tell me you’re not that blind. The girl is basically in love with you.”

Judging by the way JJ froze, I now knew that I misjudged every interaction we’ve had to this point. He didn’t even notice how I felt.

“What-I mean-no. She’s just a girl that needs help. I mean, come on. She’s just John B’s sister.”

The only thing more humiliating than finding out the person you want doesn’t want you, is finding out they were only there for you because of an obligation.

I wasn’t special to him. I was just John B’s little sister.

I think another part of me died right there, because yet again, I have lost another person I loved.

But this time, he wasn’t gone, no—he was right in front of me, but he might as well have been a million miles away or six feet under.

Eavesdropping is the quickest way to a broken heart. Words not meant for your ears strike your heart in a brutal assault until nothing remained.

Finally, the crowd that separated us moved and I stood there stupidly staring at him.

Feeling the weight of my gaze, JJ turned his head and his eyes widened before settling into a look of guilt.

I tore my gaze off of him and looked at her. The smug smile she wore told me she intended for me to hear what he had said.

My face heated, and I glanced down at the drink in my hand. How could I be so fucking stupid?

Ignoring the sickening twists in my stomach, I tossed back the strong liquor in my cup. The burning trail the tequila left is the feeling I decided to focus on.

Spinning around, my eyes searched for another cooler, desperate to keep the burning feeling going.

“Shit-Wait,” I could hear JJ shouting for me but I kept moving.

Finding a handle of tequila, I flicked the top off and took a pull. The bitter burn fell over my body with a fuzzy warmth.

JJ knocks the bottle out of my hand.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

“Since when do you drink like that?” He asked.

“Go away, JJ. I don’t need you to babysit me anymore.”

“Listen, if this is about what I said-“

“You’re free, JJ,” my voice trembled with pain,” You don’t need to waste any more of your time on me.”

I grabbed a red solo cup, sniffing the contents, and just as I was about to chug it back, his hand slaps it out of my own.

“Will you stop fucking drinking that-“ JJ’s baby blues narrowed as he growled at me.

“What are you, my dad? You’re taking this baby sitting gig a little too seriously.”

It was, then I noticed how many eyes were on us. The music was still blasting, but no one was dancing.

My breathing picked up at the sudden attention. I dug my nails into the palm of my hand to distract my body from the ever growing panic that plagued my body.

JJ’s eye clock in on my nervous tic causing his glare to soften. A figure approaching pulled my focus off of him.

Topper strides over with a drink in his hand and a lazy smile. “Hey man-“

“Top, your wearing sandals bro. Step off.”

“I’m just saying man, she doesn’t want to talk to you.”

JJ’s eyes darkened as a threatening smile slowly graced his lips. “Wanna run that by me again?”

“I forgot that you pouges are missing a couple brain cells,” Topper lolled his head to the side and shot me a wink, “Since you’re clearly a bit slow, I’ll spell it out for you. She. Doesn’t. Want. To. Talk. To. You.”

“I dont remember you being this cocky with a gun to your head.” The words were spoken softly but the threat was clear.

A storm brewed in JJ’s eyes as the bright blue was replaced by something much darker.

My heart jumped at his tone and the look in his eyes made me swallow hard. Disgust filled me as heat began to build between my legs forcing me to press my thighs together.

Hands up on surrender, Topper shot me a look before heading back to his friends. JJ’s eyes stayed on him for a beat ensuring that he wouldn’t come back.

When he was satisfied, JJ moved towards me in quick strides making me yelp in surprise.

His ring covered hand grasped my upper arm and tugged me back to his bike. I shrugged out of his hold and crossed my arms across my chest, hoping it’ll keep a safe distance between the two of us.

I couldn’t think clearly when he was close.

“Listen-“

“No thanks.”

“If you would just-“

“Go away.”

“Can you please stop acting-“

“Why don’t you go back to Stacy? I’m sure she’d find this conversation enlightening.” I spat, shoving his reaching hands away.

“I dont want to talk to Sta-“

“Are you sure? You seemed to have a lot to say be-“

“Jesus Christ, would you just shut up?” JJ shouted with his hands in his hair.

My mouth opened and closed in shock.

“You’re the most frustrating person on this fucking island.” He growled, shaking his head in false amusement.

“Then why are you still talking to me?”

“Because it’s you.”

Throwing my hands up in defeat, I let out a bleak laugh. “What does that even mean? Stop pretending you care. Stop pretending to be my-“

“I wasn’t pretending.” He shook his head, the blue orbs pleading for me to understand,”Stacey was just saying shit to get a reaction-“

“She wasn’t wrong.”

He stopped talking and stared at me, almost confused.

My body trembled slightly with nerves as I prepared to finally expose every bit of my heart to the blue eyed boy in front of me.

“What she said—about how I feel about you. She was right. Anybody with two fucking eyes can see how I feel about you, except for you.”

I furiously wiped my eyes stop the tears from falling. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

“But now I know you only see me as John B’s little sister. It’s just humiliating that you chose to say that to Stacey instead of me.”

I was going to throw up. My stomach churned and swayed but I swallowed down the urge.

JJ let out a harsh sound, “I feel fucking guilty, okay? I feel guilty that I don’t see you the way I should. John B was my best friend and now I’m falling for his sister? It’s eating at me.”

“Then leave-“

“Shut up,” He snapped. “You’ve already got to say what you wanted. It’s my turn.”

My throat tightened as I braced myself for his confession.

“I look at you and I have to stop myself from kissing you even though it’s all I can think about.”

His eye contact seared into my very soul. I could feel it pierce my pounding heart.

“So you aren’t the only one that feels something.”

My heart was in my throat as I processed his words.

“But you said-“

“I lied.” He cut me off with a shrug and advanced towards me, clearly fed up with the distance I placed between us.

In a last ditched effort, I put up my hands to stop him in his tracks. I needed to think. I needed to breathe.

“Don’t touch me.” The plea itself was weak at best.

At the sound of my sob, JJ ignores my demand, and shoves my hands away, despite my weak attempt to keep him out of my space.

Instantly, his fingers curl themselves along my wrist and take note of my pulse. He let out a distressed sound from what I can only assume is the pounding of my pulse and whispers soothing words.

Taking in gulps of air, he slowly counts me down to a manageable pace of breathing. My shaking slowly begins to subside and my very focus is just on him.

Resting his forehead on mine, JJ whispers pleadingly, “Please stop crying.”

Another kiss lands on my nose. “I’m sorry.”

His request along with his sweet pleadings, causes my defenses to crumble down. Another sob tears from my chest as I relax into his embrace.

“I didn’t mean it.” He muttered, brushing my tears away with his thumb.

“Then why did you say it?” My words were soft, barely a whisper.

“Because she’s not important enough to know how I feel.”

Our eyes were glued to each other, a deep unknown longing singeing us together.

“You said I was just some girl.”

JJ tilted my head up, his fingers trailing softly along my bottom lip, “I meant my girl.”

“I have a lot of baggage,” I gave him one more shot at leaving.

“Good thing I have a truck.”

“But she-“

He shook his head, leaning down so there’s just a sliver of space between our lips, so close that we were inhaling each others breaths.

“You’re the only one I want.”

JJ bent down, his arms circling themselves directly below my ass, and picked me up causing me to shout out in surprise.

My hands curled onto each of his arms, my stomach fluttering at the flex of his muscles. He set me on the seat of the bike, his large calloused hands gripped my upper thighs tightly sending a wave of heat right to my core.

JJ’s half lidded eyes dart between my gaze and my lips. “Tell me to stop.”

The words never crossed my lips.

He let out a sound of satisfaction, tugging my legs open to stand in between them.

His ring covered fingers danced along the strands of my hair before nesting themselves at the root, gripping the nape tightly, "You’re mine.”

Heat instantly swarmed my belly as I drastically tried to collect my thoughts. My lips trembled as he hovered over me, his figure towering over my small frame.

JJ swiped his tongue along my parted lips before biting gently. Instantly, my body jolted forward and we were chest to chest, perfectly aligned.

My grip on his biceps tightened as I tremble with anticipation.

Finally, he pressed his lips to mine, slowly guiding our kiss. Gripping my hair tighter, he tilts my head sliding his tongue inside.

A small whimper escaped my lips causing a groan to erupt from him. Almost lazily, he pulled back slightly and pulled my bottom lip into his, sucking softly.

White hot lust seared itself into my blood. I let out a whine and pushed myself up, pressing my lips to his, desperate for another taste of JJ.

My blood was pounding in my ears as I tugged him closer. Almost lazily, I teased his mouth open and slid my tongue inside. Humming with desire, I gently sucked on his tongue causing him to flex his grip on my thighs.

JJ pulled back giving me the opportunity to catch my breath. His fingertips left a heated trail along my face as he caressed every inch.

He shook his head, laughing to himself softly,” It’s you. It’s always been you.”

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I love sassy JJ. Sorry for the delayed upload, I got into a car accident and am just now starting to get better:)

Please let me know what you think!! Next piece will be yummy smut with Rafe

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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: none

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Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.

WC: 1036

I zoned out Austin as he spoke about the new song he wrote. It is hard to zone out my youngest son, but there is only one person who can make me do that.

Every single time I see her, it is like I can only focus on her and her alone.

I met her after Tina and I got a divorce, and we became instant friends. We had a lot in common, and it took me a very long time to realise that I have feelings for her.

But at the time, she was in a relationship, and I decided it was time to move on not only from her but from Tina.

Also, Colten and Austin insisted I get back out there. They told me that they were comfortable with me dating, and that is all I wanted.

Ever since then, she has been in and out of my life, well work life, but now she is working for AEW, and I have seen her ever day since.

"Dad, are you even listening to me?" Austin asked as he snapped his fingers in my face. I swatted his hand away and asked him to repeat himself, but of course, he didn't. He knew why I zoned out.

"You know, she is single. You are single. Maybe it is time you ask her out." He calmly said.

"I have heard her talking to Amanda, saying that she wants to be single for a bit." I said to him.

"But that was months ago, and we see the way how she looks at you." Colten said as he stood next to me.

"Maybe you two should worry about your own love lives instead of focusing on mine." I was done with this conversation.

"Our love lives are just fine there, Dad, but I will say that you need to ask her before she gets taken off the market again. This is the longest I have ever seen her single." Colten said to me, and he was right, but I just didn't want to ruin our friendship.

COLTEN GUNN'S POV:

"Austin, I think it is time." I told my younger brother as we watched our Dad walk to the woman we were just talking about.

"You mean, Operation Love?" He asked excitedly.

"Yes, that. I think we need to include Anthony and Max in on this." I told him, as I pulled out my phone to text Anthony. He answers far faster than Max does.

"I agree. They have mentioned how Dad is always looking at her."

The two of us found the two of them in the spot where Anthony said they would be.

"Okay, so are we going super romantic or just something casual?" Max asked. I could see the wheels turning in his head.

"Something a bit casual, I think. If we go over the top, both of them will be pissed." I said to the three of them.

"We got a bit, though. We will be in Massachusetts next week, and the two of them have talked about Olena for a bit now, but they have never made reservations to go. Dad says he thinks it is too romantic." Max rolled his eyes at me.

"Well, they have four cupids to help with these two lost causes." Max and Austin seemed to have one mind as they both said that.

Anthony and I just looked at one another, knowing the two of us would have to rein these two in.

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"Reservations for two. Got them a table in the corner to give them a bit of privacy. Now, let's go over the plan one more time." Max said as he and Austin paced back and forth.

"We go with our Dad to Olena, ask him to go inside and get our table." I said. "Austin and I will say we forgot something in the car and meet you two at our dinner our reservation across the street."

"And we will tell her that you three are already inside and that we will be inside in a bit." Anthony said after me.

"Operation Love is a go!" Austin said, almost jumping in the air. He gets excited about anything, and I love that about my brother.

BILLY GUNN'S POV:

I should have known that those two were up to something. We got to the restaurant, and they both said they forgot something in the car and that I should go on without them, as they will catch up.

When I got to the table and saw that it was only for two, I almost turned around and cancelled the whole thing, but then I saw her walking towards me.

"I see that it just the two of us." She pointed out.

"It seems so. Would you still like to have dinner with me, or we could cancel," She placed her hand on my arm, and I stopped talking.

"I would love to have dinner with you, Billy." I seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. I pulled out her chair and waited until she sat down. I took my seat across from her.

After our food came, and the two of us were enjoying it, she spoke up, "I guess the four of them got sick of waiting on us to make a move."

"Yeah, I mean, I should be mad at them for tricking the two of us into doing this, but I am not. I am happy they did." I smiled as I reached across the table and grasped her hand in mine.

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The two of us left the restaurant, with my jacket drapped over her shoulders, her hand in mine. "Even though that place was delicious, I am feeling some ice cream." She said.

"Toscanini's Ice Cream it is then." As I opened the car door for her.

"You remember my favourite place here."

"I remember everything about you." I was serious.

I got in the driver's side, and the two of us drove off. I ignored my four sons as we passed them, as they were leaving the restaurant that was across the street from Olena.

I am thankful that they actually butted their heads in my business for one.

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descendants rant

Ok idk how to do this so ill just start with myself (or better my parent)

Bcs we all know im a whore for op characters and I really didn’t wanna go basic and just be mals sister or smth I decided to put wanda aka scarlet witch into this universe (basically after the whole no more mutants thing she was banned into the universe by dr strange and professor x or smth yk idk and she tried to get back and that caused some trouble so she was put on the isle of the lost) haha my dad is hades btw but I don’t know it, my mum doesn’t know him either it was more of a ons gone wrong situation

Nowww some stuff about me, my name is scarlet pietra maximoff (yes after Pietro) and im 16 in the first movie. I basically have my mums powers but cant use them on the isle obviously soo idk that I have them until i get to auradon. Also wanda is more like her comic version but since idk the comic events bcs I haven’t read them there are probably inaccuracies lmao. I speak sokovian and exclusively sokovian with my mum and its my first language but English with everyone else. I have red hair in the first movie (but like scarlet red not ginger) and then in the 2nd at the start I have dark auburn / brown hair and in the third I have like dark red hair with like black roots? Idk how to describe it. In the first and 2nd movie I have like red eyes (not in a creepy way) and in the 3rd I get blue eyes, ill say why later.  My main color is red yk scarlet witch and shit and idk what else to say haha but feel free to ask questions

My s/o is ben aka beasty boy (fr I started calling him that before I found out uma calls him that soo yeah I thought I was onto smth only to find out im not the first one who came up with that) and hes the same basically except he also speaks French (I love french speaking men and beauty and the beast takes part in France originally so sue me) idk the timeline is pretty much the same as in the movies except the whole breakup thing at the start of the 2nd movie doesn’t happen

Plot of movie 1: I go with all the other vks (its just 4 but ok) to auradon but except like 1 month to the coronation like in the movies it’s for the whole school year (idk when the coronation was but id say like June or smth) soo from august on. Since my mum is kinda yk abandoning me and being a shit parent bcs shes still grieving and some shit I basically was always around the other 4. Then once there everything kinda plays out like it does in the original movie except for my powers embarrassing me around ben haha idk I think its funny to have my powers go cray cray when im around him (also we dream of each other before we meet bcs *soulmates* but like without seeing faces and stuff). Then mal comes up with the whole love spell thing but it’s a bit different, it only works if the person casting the spell loves the person theyre casting it on (idk I needed an excuse for why mal would let me cast the spell) soo yeah I do the spell and then I basically take mals place for a bit. The whole parent day thing comes up (in the zoom thing they do with the villains my mum doesn’t show up tho) and audreys grandma still grabs mal and stuff and my powers kinda work subconsciously and yk pull them apart and make chad fall into the sleep thing so then everyone hates us (especially me) again and I feel terrible. Coronation day, same thing, love spell gets dissolved bla bla bla. Jane takes the wand, I take the wand from jane, maleficent comes and I give the wand to mal and mal gives it to the fairy godmother, maleficent freezes everyone. Now it strays from the movie basically mal fails to turn maleficent into a lizard like in the movies and she gets also like frozen then I come in and save the day and then fall into like a small coma bcs my powers feed on my life force / energy yk and that was too much. But then I wake up again.

Movie 2: beginning is the same except I replace mal as yk future queen but mal still feels overwhelmed and misunderstood and runs away after the picnic scene (its me and her in the scene, I replace ben in that one). Basically i find out and tell evie and she tells ben and they convince me to stay put while they go get mal bcs yk the coronation thing was scary and im not the most popular over there atm. Ben gets captured, the boys get me to make the wand bcs printing it takes too long, we go back to the isle and we save ben. I use my powers but not that much yk just I know my boundaries. Fast forward to cotillion, uma still spells ben, she turns into a sea monster and I start idk fighting her but since I used so much of my powers the day before already to make the wand and in the fight so yk im nearing the edge of too much. Mal turns into a dragon, ben jumps into the water, does a less y/n pick me version of his speech, uma goes, mal turns back but doesn’t have the big purple dress moment, just a small purple dress moment (like not the big ass gown but more of a cocktail party dress) bcs theres no way shell steal my moment haha

Movie 3: same thing the whole time basically except that when Audrey shows up and spells ben, I go after him immediately and the boys find me while they search for ben in the woods. Mal still gets hades ember (and finds out im her sister during it) and also still promises uma that she’ll free the villains but since shes not the future queen in my dr she doesn’t have jurisdiction to push that through and when I tell that to mal and uma and that I cant just do that uma gets angry and leaves like in the movie. Also since imo the whole ‘we’re not evil anymore and all are happy to go to auradon’ plot doesn’t happen in my dr bcs its stupid haha. In the end I fight with Audrey and get my wandavision scarlet witch transformation moment and yk basically shes agatha and im wanda (she not only took maleficents wand and the crown in my dr but also the darkhold which is still like a dark magic book but without the corruption part, its kinda like the ring from lotr, it corrupts everyone except the owner yk so I don’t get corrupted if I use it but Audrey does) and I absorb hades ember during that thing (Audrey is holding it) which gives me *drum roll* blue eyes. In the end the exchange program will be continued but yk not the barrier lifted bcs the villains are still villains and wanna get revenge (I believe in character development but that whole plot was just stupid af on Disney part sorry not sorry).

some random shit:

i do cheer in auradon in the 2nd movie

i have a friend from my cr i scripted in whos the kid of sisu from raya and the last dragon

my mum and i live in a little cabin on the isle (kinda like the one at the end of wv)

i write music (i have a playlist with songs ive written in my dr if anyone is interested)

i cant swim based just entirely on the fact that the enchanted lake scene in movie 1 can still happen lmao

soo thats it feel free to ask questions (really ask questions, i want questions doesnt matter if ive already answered it or you think its stupid) it got a teeny tiny bit long but who cares lmao

[spiderrmax]

tweek + gen. headcanons

request: "gotta love my man tweek. can we get him some good old fluff head cannons" author's note: i love tweek sm. he's probably one of my fav characters. also since u didn't specify i did platonic & romantic bc i only write romantic tweek w a male reader :)

platonic

You’re going to be the one who starts the friendship; his anxiety causes him to be too scared to say anything to you. It also takes a bit, his mind finds something wrong with everything, so he’ll believe you are talking to him for malicious reasons. Just consistently being nice to him will break down his walls, and allow him to see you as a friend.

Once you’re friends though, expect a lot of frantic texts and calls. He knows you’ll listen, and you’re one of the people he trusts the most. He’s a spam texter too, so you’ll have like 8 notifications if his anxiety gets really bad. He appreciates it when you take time to respond, whereas other people would've just laughed at how ridiculous he is.

Might have your contact pinned in his phone so he doesn’t have to scroll to find it.

Acts like a lost puppy when he’s not with you. He just stands idly, playing with his fingers, until you enter the room, then he starts to follow you! He doesn’t need you to address him or anything, before in close proximity with you eases his worries.

He is definitely a protective friend! He hates fighting and confrontation but doesn’t let anyone say anything rude about. 

Will, if in a good mood, let you get free refills at Tweeks Coffee Bro’s. Doesn’t even mind his dad’s ramblings about losing profit.

Speaking of the cafe, loves when you’re studying there. Again, just being close helps with his anxiety, which gets at an all time high when he’s working.

Eventually feels confident enough to mock your drink choice. If you get a frappuccino or add three sweeteners he’ll say something like, ”That’s not even coffee.” He’s probably a black coffee drinker don’t take it personally

The type to wait for you when you’re tying your shoes. The moment you drop to the ground he stops walking and waits. You can try and tell him he can keep going and you’ll catch up but he’s stubborn

Always assumes you two will be partners in class. The moment the teacher says “partner assignment,” he is making eye contact with you. You always agree, because he’s definitely a good partner, making sure to do his fair share of work.

I think he’d like making friendship bracelets; it gives him something to do with his hands. You guys probably have matching chevron patterns!

romantic

Similar to how your friendship started, you probably have to ask him out.

However, he has probably liked you for a while! His crush definitely would start a few months into your friendship

He thinks you’re really nice and cute but what if you don’t like boys? What if you’re homophobic? That’s too much pressure!

So, you have to ask him out. He says yes, with a completely red face that doesn’t fade for hours. He’ll think about you and it comes back with the same intensity, it’s really sweet.

Tweek would rather keep your relationship private. He’s not embarrassed of you, but hates being the big talk of town. Especially because his parents would make it a big deal.

Once you’ve been dating for a while, I feel like he’d be the type to soft launch you. He’d post a photo on his instagram with two coffee cups, or maybe just a photo of you two holding hands. Something subtle, and with a heart as the caption.

If you guys ever decide to come out, he’ll have you tagged in his bio. You asked if he was cool doing it and he was just excited to do cool couple stuff with you!

Using those lame coffee pick up lines causes him to roll his eyes but the flush in his ears give him away.

“I like you a latte!” “Gah! That was so lame.” 

He probably memorizes your order after a bit. If he knows you'll coming to the cafe, he'll have your drink prepared.

When he goes to write your name on the cup, definitely doodles little hearts around it. He got embarrassed the first time you pointed it out, but keeps doing it.

Brings you up so much in conversation, not even really meaning to. He just loves you a lot; you’re on his mind frequently. 

His favorite things are sleepovers. It takes a bit of convincing to get your parents on board but he sleeps so much better when he’s with you.

Can be a big spoon or little spoon depending on the day and how the both of you are feeling. However, he prefers to lay facing you. When he can’t sleep he enjoys memorizing the freckles and moles on your face.

Whenever you stay over, he loves making you breakfast. He finds a lot of comfort in cooking/baking and enjoys sharing his creations with you! He’s actually really good at it, from years of practice.

His love languages are probably words of affirmation and quality time. He gets in his head a lot so he needs you to be able to ground him. He loves going out on little dates or just hanging in the cafe or one of your guys’ bedrooms!

[teecupangel]

What if after the Solar Flare Desmond becomes a literal shadow, as in he can only move around at night or by following someone else's shadow and since he's kinda dead he helps out the assassin's by pointing where to go or give information by spelling out words or cause a distraction, and one day while doing a mission he sees another shadow move and thinks nothing of it until he sees it closeup and turns out that shadow is Clay

Could be AltDes or other ships and could be the past or the present

I had this vague plot of the whole ‘monster under the bed’ trope where Desmond checks under his bed when he was a child and sees a pair of golden eyes peering back at him. Instead of being afraid, he finds comfort in not being alone in his room. It always stays under his bed until he decided to leave the Farm and then it beckons him to come closer, until his shadow is connected to the shadow under the bed. And that’s how the monster transfers into his shadow so they could continue to be together.

Of course, the shadow monster is meant to be Altaïr XD

Why don’t we mix this with your idea?

Let’s set it up as modern-day. To be more exact, a further-into-the-future kind of setup, maybe even a dubious timeline like Watch_Dog Legion. Desmond wakes up and he’s nothing but a shadow, confined into the shadow of a bed in…

Oh.

It was his childhood home on the Farm.

It was definitely dirty and there were a lot of splinters, the drawers turned over and the door lying on the ground in front of the doorframe.

Desmond knew that this was the state that the Farm had been left in when Abstergo attacked it and Desmond had no idea how much time has passed since he ‘woke up’.

And there were nowhere else to go.

There were too many holes where light comes in, creating shadows, yes, but also ensuring that no shadow would pass by the doorway.

So Desmond waited.

Sometimes, the shadow of the upturned drawer would touch the edges of the bed’s shadow and he would be able to slip into that shadow.

For a change of pace.

But mainly, he stayed in the shadows underneath the bed.

There was something comforting about it.

He tried to count the days.

The months…

The years…

He lost count at 10 years.

Or was it 12?

15?

He didn’t know anymore.

Then…

He heard rumbling coming closer and closer.

Engine.

Vehicles?

People!

Before long, he heard engines stop nearby and the sounds of doors opening and closing.

He could feel the shadow he was occupying vibrating slightly as if to show his excitement.

He waited and the voices got louder as they got nearer.

“The mentor wants us to clean this place.”

Mentor?

Dad???

“What is this place?”

“Used to be some kind of abandoned secret settlement, I think? Templars hit it hard decades ago.”

Decades?

More than 10 years?

How many years has he been here?!

“The mentor thinks we can build another settlement here.”

“Wouldn’t the Templars try to attack this place again?”

“You think they would take the time to do something useless? It'll be fine. The mentor wants this place fortified.”

“Like an outpost?”

“No… this is it.”

“Really?”

“Yup. Our final home.”

Desmond watched as people he didn’t know begin to clean up and build from the ashes of the Farm. He flittered from shadow to shadow to look around, always hidden. Sometimes, he would slip into one of the shadows of the people (no, the Assassins) but staying with them made Desmond feel nauseous… like he was in a boat that was rocking too much.

So he only slipped into the Assassins’ shadows as easy transportation, slipping out as soon as he could.

It took a while but it was certainly faster than Desmond anticipated. They used machines and devices Desmond have never seen before. They made the construction all the more easier.

And then they held tablet-like devices that was slimmer than anything Desmond had ever seen, used them to communicate and show schematics.

They built a wall that hid not only the Farm but its surrounding forest. Built them so high only a giant would be able to step over it. And from the ashes of the Farm, they built foundations upon foundations until the buildings themselves were higher than the walls themselves.

They built walls to cover everything, creating a dome, then pulled them back down, most probably those walls would only be activated for the most dangerous of times.

It reminded Desmond more of a castle made of steel and machinery.

And, on the day after they finished constructing the tower at the very top, the one they call Eagles’ Tower, a small plane landed on the landing pad this walled fort had. Desmond watched from the shadows as an old man stepped out of the plane and the leader of the construction team greeted him by placing his left hand over his chest as he said, “Mentor.”

Had Desmond had eyes, they would have widen because, no matter how old he had become…

He still recognized that face.

Shaun…

It was Shaun.

He’s so… old.

.

All he could do was watch as Shaun proclaimed the fort as Eagles’ Nest and then ordered that anyone who calls it ‘Alamut 2.0’ be cuffed on the back of the head. The Assassins laughed and Desmond was left wondering what the state of the Brotherhood was that they would be blatant enough to do this, to create such a tall tower that would be very hard to miss.

And that’s when Shaun started his speech.

“As you all know… another catastrophe will hit Earth in approximately 5 years, 3 months, and 23 days. Many of our brothers and sisters have already joined the Ark Ships that have left our planets and our latest exploratory ship Altaïr V will be launching 3 years from now to plot a course and set up communications with the Assassins who joined civilian Ark Ships. Battleship Aquila II will launch the following year using the information and route from Altaïr V. And… 4 years and 3 months from now, we will launch our final Ark Ship, the Auditore, with the rest of our brothers and sisters.”

“Eagles’ Nest will be our final and last stronghold here on Earth. We cannot guarantee that it will withstand the catastrophe but… all of our remaining resources will be put into fortifying this stronghold to the very end.” Shaun continued and his voice cracked, “All of you volunteered to stay here on Earth. Stubborn muppets, all of you.”

The Assassins chuckled at that.

“The Templars already plan to leave with Abstergo’s latest Ark Ships. Our eternal war with them will continue on in space, I’m sure.” Shaun sighed before stating, “But that’s not important, not to us.”

“We focus on our future. In space… and here on Earth.”

Desmond slipped into Shaun’s shadow after his grand speech and ignored the nausea he felt. When it became clear that Shaun was just standing next to the large windows of one of the bigger offices in the upper levels, he slipped into the shadows of a nearby plant, hearing Shaun mumble to himself, “You’d probably hate this, Desmond. Making Alamut in your childhood home.”

“It was the best we could do.” Shaun sighed before raising his head to stare at the sky, “Just because the future is up there doesn’t mean we could just leave behind those who wished to remain here. This is their home.”

“This…” Shaun closed his eyes as he sighed, “This is where my wife is. Where you are. Where everyone I cared for are. And this is where I will stay too.”

“Because I’m a stubborn muppet too.”

.

He tried to catch Shaun’s attention. Tried to shake the shadow he was occupying, tried to even stay in Shaun’s shadow for as long as he could, trying to control Shaun’s shadow to wave, until he got too sick. The best he could do was twitch the pinky of Shaun’s shadow. And that was only if the pinky of his shadow was visible in the first place.

Years passed and Eagles’ Nest grew more and more fortified. Shields were created, made of steel, made of electricity… particle something that went above Desmond’s head. All he knew was that something in the top of the tower was needed to activate it.

Desmond watched from the shadows as the Assassins cheered as Altaïr V launched from another part of the world, its launch and ascent showing in all the monitors. Desmond listened as the crew of Altaïr V talked to Eagles’ Nest until they could no longer keep communications up.

He still remembered their last transmission.

“Eagles’ Nest, this is Altaïr V. We are nearing warp jump zone.”

“Copy that, Altaïr V. All systems are showing green. You are free to warp.”

“Roger that, Eagles’ Nest. This will be our last transmission. Eagles’ Nest… safety and peace.”

“Upon you as well, Altaïr V.”

He watched as Aquila II, a ship larger than Altaïr V, launched as well. Heard the same transmission from them.

Then it was the Ark Ship Auditore’s turn. Larger than even Aquila II, might even be three times larger than Monteriggioni itself.

That day…

He saw tears fall from Shaun’s eyes as the last transmission from the mentor on board of Auditore said his final goodbye.

“Goodbye, grandpa. Thank you… for everything.”

“You take care of everyone, okay?” Shaun said with a smile on his face even as tears fell from his eyes, “Keep everyone safe and remember our Creed. I know you’ll all be alright… Desmond.”

.

A few months after the Ark Ship Auditore left Earth, Desmond watched as two Assassins came into Shaun’s office, telling them that one of them was pregnant. Desmond could only watch as the woman cried, torn between wishing to keep the child and have a little bit of happiness, a little of hope, but also knowing she would be giving birth to an innocent and giving it a life that may be too harsh and unforgiving. Shaun did what he could in his position as the mentor, and told her what she needed to hear.

The truth.

What she would be risking...

The uncertainty of their lives...

And...

Their future was unknown from the very beginning. But there was always hope. As long as they were together, as long as the Brotherhood remained strong...

They could build a better future from the ashes of the catastrophe.

.

The catastrophe.

Another fucking solar flare but much, much stronger this time.

As if to punish humanity for being able to survive all the previous catastrophes.

Desmond understood why humans had left Earth and didn’t even bother to try to stay in the solar system.

The sun’s flares hit the entire solar system, scorching every planet. Desmond watched as the Assassins in Eagles’ Nest activated the shields.

They overheated the remnants of the Grand Temple.

Remotely activated all known Isu temples.

Until Desmond heard them announce every temple, including the Grand Temple, had exploded.

All to create a shield that would take the brunt of the solar flare and give Earth a fighting chance to survive.

The flares still hit Earth.

The electric shield was deactivated because of the flare.

The particle shield absorbed the flares until it disintegrated together with what it had absorbed.

And the steel shield…

Rattles.

Warms.

Then it was all over.

The steel shield withstood in the end.

The electric shield came back on, protecting them from the outside world as they were unsure of how the flares would have affected the oxygen.

And the Assassins remained vigilant.

Until one of them finally announced, “All sectors… are green.”

And they cheered.

They might not know what the world was like outside of Eagles’ Nest.

But here…

They were safe.

They were alive.

Humanity, once more, survived.

.

The world outside was forever changed.

Desmond didn’t know how but the air was deadly to humans and ever other living orgasm that needed oxygen to survive. The forest and manmade lake that was part of Eagles’ Nest may have the only remaining animals on Earth, Desmond wasn’t sure.

But the Assassins in Eagles’ Nest survived. They fortified the shields again and again, made sure to repair the steel shields, added backup generators for the backup generators of the electric shield, upgraded the particle shield…

They begin to check the outside world once they were sure Eagles’ Nest was going to be as safe as it could be.

The first baby to be born in Eagles’ Nest was born a few months after the Solar Flare.

They had asked Shaun to name the child.

And Shaun named him Altaïr because he was a sentimental fool he thought it would be appropriate that this little bundle of hope would be named after the Assassin who led the Brotherhood to evolve.

To name him after a flying eagle, soaring into the sky...

Free.

.

Desmond stayed with Shaun even if he could not see him.

Found peace in the short moments when Shaun would talk to himself, talk to the memories of Rebecca, of him… of the people he lost and the people he said goodbye to.

Fourteen years after the Solar Flare…

Desmond watched the funeral, hidden in the shadows.

Alone.

Until he stood in front of Desmond.

Altaïr…

The little hope.

Not so little now, Desmond supposed. He was already a teenager and no longer the only fledgling of Eagles’ Nest.

“It’s okay.”

Desmond froze when he saw Altaïr touch his own shadow.

No.

He was touching Desmond.

“You’re not alone,” Altaïr whispered and Desmond didn’t even realize that he had slipped into Altaïr’s shadow.

He… didn’t feel any nausea at all.

“I’ll stay by your side.” Altaïr whispered, “For as long as you’d like.”

Unorganized Notes:

Altaïr grew up seeing the shadow that hides in the shadows of his home. He had always been fascinated by it and he learned to understand it by watching from afar. It vibrates when it gets excited. The shadows looked like they were slumping when it was sad. And it would wobble when it was getting annoyed.

Desmond didn’t realize that Altaïr could see him because he had spent so many years being ignored. He realized that he has better control of Altaïr’s shadow than any other shadows he had slipped into.

Desmond and Altaïr have specific gestures for ‘yes’ and ‘no’ as well as common phrases which include ‘that’s stupid’, ‘don’t do it’, ‘I’m serious, Altaïr, don’t fucking do it’, ‘told you so’, and ‘do it’ and ‘I dare you to do it’. There’s also the ‘I know I should be stopping you but I won’t because I’m also an idiot who thinks you should do it.’ gesture that Desmond would do more often than he wished to admit.

This is more of a ‘friends to lovers’ trope and Desmond’s gesture for ‘I love you’ is only a slight hand gesture different from ‘you’re stupid’. Altaïr likes to reply, “I’m stupid for you too.” whenever Desmond actually gestures “You’re stupid” to tease him.

Altaïr V actually returns to Earth two decades and a half (or maybe three decades?) later with a new crew. It has always been planned for Altaïr V to return and try to see what has happened to Earth (if Eagles’ Nest were successful in saving Earth in anyway) and to set up a preliminary supply route between Earth and the planet Ark Ship Auditore had colonized.

The ship’s captain is Ezio, a Master Assassin…

… who has a very familiar shadow…

That Desmond recognized.

[katsukiqx]

Hear me out.. little head cannon on McQueens childhood.

His parents are dead. He was 3.

He was suppose to be taken in by a relative, but they weren’t very good so he was put up for adoption. After getting adopted, a year later after being put into the system, he lived on a farm with them till he was about 8 with an adoptive older brother who was 4 years older. He basically copied him and learned everything from him. That’s how he got into Moto-Cross and learned to love it. At school, he hung with his older brother’s friends and the little shit never remembered any of their names and gave them nicknames like an idiot because none of his friends liked him very much because he was too hyper.

McQueen is an Aussie. He just lost the accent because his adoptive family moved to America because they sold drugs and was apart of this while crime thing and tried to get away so they wouldn’t get caught when he was 8 before he was permanently stuck in America since his adoptive Dad was American.

People found out about the illegal crap and he was taken from them and put into the system. He was put into foster home after foster home, moving every month or two because no one wanted to deal with him. He never listened, always got hurt, was way too hyper for them and never wanted to do anything that didn’t sound fun. He’d run off to who knows where and come back with a bloody knee and ten bruises and he’d forget how it even happened.

Hes clumsy. Hurts himself all the time at home. Always gets questioned if he was getting abused by some people at school or bullied and he’d just shrug and say he woke up with them. Like, he would wake up with a bruise the size of his fist and sit there rethinking what happened the day before and still find nothing on how he got it.

He did home schooling and finished early because I said so. When you’re moving around that much, you ain’t going to a new school all the time. He went into college at 14 and hated it because he wasn’t he was a lot younger than everyone and wasn’t the social type, then found a girlfriend that went to a school nearby and then she found out he went to college and thought he was an older guy and some perv so he lost her, ‘cause we already know his ego on the first movie was because some girl dumped him in college. He eventually dropped out.

He lied about his age to start racing. He was 15 and lied on everything just to start racing, to get away. He didn’t have friends and no family. Wasn’t till after the 2006 Piston Cup did anyone realise he wasn’t a 19 year old who just looked younger and was 15. Got suspended for a year, but continued to train at Radiator Springs.

When he was 18, he decided to move out of radiator into more of the bush side. He loved adventures as a kid and the wetlands and rain forests because it reminded him of home, so he got a home built just a bit out of town from Radiator Springs.

He was a total Marvel fan as a kid and had so many comics and was so happy when they finally started making actual movies. His favourite characters are Peter and Bucky, while his all time hero is forever gonna be Iron Man.

Totally has a shelf full of dinosaur LEGOs and will brag about them and talk nonstop about dinosaurs. His favourite franchise will forever be JP/JW even though he knows it isn’t accurate and even did a speech about dinosaurs when he was 7 at school. His friends think he’s autistic.

He’s bisexual, but not part of the lgbtq+ community because he just thinks there’s no need and just lives his life. It’s who he is and doesn’t think it’s needed. He doesn’t talk about it though and most people are quite shocked when he says he is when it’s brought up.

He sees Doc as the father he lost so many times bin life and was devastated when he lost him. He didn’t come out of his room for weeks.

He absolutely goes insane when things aren’t perfect and acts like he has OCD when keeping things clean and tidy, but the second it gets messed up by someone, he gives up and won’t clean up or fix it for a week because he’s too tired. He likes to organise things and schedule, but gets forgetful.

Totally bleached his hair blonde for a new identity when he started racing, until he used Docs colours in 2017, did he decide to take it out. He’s a natural brunette and people joke that he and Charles Leclerc are the same person.

Taught himself how to cook and is good at it, but messed up often because he’s forgetful and some times gets distracted. Always when hes alone that he nails it perfectly. It was the living by himself and having to eat take out all the time that he decided to learn to cook. He already knew how to make a few meals from his adopted family as a kid, but that was years ago and he couldn’t remember shit.

Listens to Lady Gaga, Lana Del Ray, Cold Play and Pitbull all the time, in the car, playing video games, training, ect. He’s memorised so many tracks he trains on that he won’t even pay attention while on them and just listen to music. He only wears headphones since he finds earbuds uncomfortable and annoying, refuses to get any.

He plays video games in his free time, specifically horror games, specifically phasmophobia. He’s that one friend in the duo who constantly play horror games who will say the demon is hot or try to kiss it because he’s a weirdo.

Once, McQueen got a cone stuck on his head and just walked around the stadium looking for Doc to help get it off. He gave up at one point and just sat around with it on his head till Doc found him.

Has such a random playlist on Spotify where he’ll be listening to Custer and suddenly the song changes to Bon Appetite.

He just has a random cardboard cut out of Sebastian Stan that he didn’t even realise was Sebastian Stan till after he stole as a joke from a random premier he accidentally snuck into and so now Sebastian Stan just lives in his room.

Got chased by a chicken once for waving around a chicken leg he had from a roast chicken and nearly lost an eye.

[summercreolefanfictioner]

Will you please make headcanons of Subaru and his female bestfriend falling in love with each other? thank you in advance~

wow you all sure love falling in love with besties au huh? okay wish granted tho I made it modern college au cause the og lore doesn't do the plot justice

and yes this can serve as the side story of kanato's modern college au plot

ps. listen to the song while reading for a better experience

scream at the top of my lungs || subaru x female bff s/o (modern college au)

[aka mutual pining]

yes, you and Subaru have been best friends ever since high school, then came university and despite the difference between courses, he would still go fetch you after classes or accompany you whenever your break hours would meet

it was obvious to anyone that you two like each other but the thing is Subaru has been going on and on abt not wanting to hurt you

he's been dealing with the angst of his existence after finding out his mom was his dad's first cousin, and that he used her to gain a position in his wealthy company

but he would give you these mixed signals like he wanted to be that shoulder you can cry on; even willing to go on dates with you at the nearby cafe

loving him was like late night drives under the city lights as you listen to grunge pop rock songs

and you always end up teasing him bcos subaru is a soft cookie in romance

you laugh at his cringy ass face bcos it was pink everywhere and he didn't like it one bit, but he was willing to try anything just to be with you

yeah anything except take a step towards a committed relationship with you

ofc you two talked abt it one day, you even mentioned that you were tired of pining and pining for him and that you wanted to take this relationship to the next level like "I am willing to accept whatever issues you're dealing with, Subaru. Just... just give this relationship a chance."

"... Y/N, I... Can you give me time?"

that's why you two were stuck in this endless waiting game, with you hoping that Subaru would come to a conclusion and just get it on already!

we like slowburn stuff but not so sloooooooooow

it wasn't until you two were walking home then you saw how Ayato was caring towards Yui and how he even boasted she was his girl that you finally made a stop and asked him again

"Subaru, what are we? What am I to you?"

ofc this Sakamaki car is still conflicted, his inner turmoil resurfacing in the form of fear while trying to be considerate of your feelings

but to you, that face is already his answer

"I can't accept half-baked feelings from you. Not anymore."

you two didn't talk after that

like you spent days crying over that fvcking guy and he just went incognito mode like what happened you two didn't even exist

jerk

so you went on with your life, busying yourself with university papers and school org duties; you even got used to the fact that he doesn't wait for you to finish before he walks you down the station or straight to your home

you thought maybe deep down he really didn't feel the same way you do

more like he couldn't feel the same depth

it took like a month and half until the university held its own cultural festival

apparently you were the assigned panda mascot for the student council bcos you lost at rock paper scissors

so when it was finally time for a break, you took off the mascot head, wiped off the sweat on your forehead with your elbow, and when you turned around, it was Subaru fvcking bby car jerk Sakamaki

I swear you almost gave in

only for you to realize he's with the triplets for fvck's sake!

like what a good day to ruin

Laito was even making fun of you the nerve

but you decided not to pay them mind even tho you could feel Subaru's stares on you and went on your merry way

it was better this way, for you at least, cause it would be harder for you if you talk to him

so you were almost near the stairs when you heard someone yell

"Y/N, I LOVE YOU!"

and the world stopped spinning for a moment, everyone in the hallway pausing momentarily from their actions to watch everything between the two of you unfold

you thought it was just your weird imagination playing tricks on you... until Subaru was quickly nearing you and holding your hand

"Are you deaf or what? I even yelled I love you across the hall!"

and that's when reality hit you

oh no

OH NO-

so you dashed off while dragging him until you saw an empty room where you two entered; even made sure to lock the door so no one could interrupt

"What the heck was that, you idiot?!"

"Can't you tell? I just confessed my feelings for you!"

"I know that! But why in the hallway? And with many people there?"

"Because you kept on avoiding me, you idiot!"

"I was not."

"Pft. I even tailed around you all day while you're doing that silly panda dance of yours."

"W-W-Wha-???!!!"

you two started bickering again like the old days

but this time, there was something different in the air

it was another silent affirmation of a new couple

[stardustedknuckles]

So I woke up to the power out. No storm. No indication of a fried squirrel. I sent a very carefully worded text to my dad who lost his job last month asking if the utilities had gone through, and seemed like they had. With no computer to work on and nothing to shield my ears from the sounds of the cats self administering their morning baths with gusto, I decided to go for a walk.

Now. I'm of the belief that there's nothing wrong with leaving the door unlocked for ten minutes to walk around the block. My father, who believes every stranger is a potential threat, drilled it into me early on in our move here that the front door needs to be locked on every walk, no matter how short (unless it's to the mailbox). He has a doorbell camera, so he knows if I don't. Whatever. I lock the door. I don't have to bring my keys (which was the biggest reason I left the door unlocked) since he got a keypad for the garage door. I can come back in that way and have for about three years.

Well. Those require power.

I pulled the front door shut behind me this morning and immediately cringed. My heat intolerant ass was outside, legs already feeling weak, without a wallet, morning vitamins, water, or food, and no knowledge whether the QT a mile away would take tap to pay on my phone (which I had to set up as soon as I got to the park, and thank the gods my cashapp card has an app function that lets you see its information so I COULD set up tap to pay).

I've busted the door open at my mom's with a credit card a few times and figured I could probably do it our front door, if I only got a card. It was 8 in the morning though, and I wasn't sure who was up.

(On the way to the park I passed a lady getting into her car with a giant dog. On the way back, I saw her front door was open about a foot and two cats were outside. I stopped and called out into the house. No response. I knocked, called again. Nobody home. The cats went inside. I shut her door. I really hope those were her cats.)

My nosy neighbor was out and about to leave, and though it would cost me friendly grilling about my life, my dad's life, and any potential lives that might intersect with ours, I thought she might have a credit card she didn't care about. She at least had a dog, which I got to pet while she explained she doesn't carry any cards she doesn't use and she doesn't give her information to credit card companies because big data is coming for us all.

She's not entirely wrong, but the faded trump/pence bumper sticker on her truck had my visibly queer ass nodding a bit more enthusiastically than I might otherwise.

When I finally extricated myself from her (no, I'm still not interested in essential oils, I have allergies to them, thank you for thinking of me, uh-huh, you too!) I checked the mail. I've been home alone Monday through Friday for weeks since dad got a new job and took the car, and I'm not very good at keeping up with the mail, so I hoped to find one of those fake cards they send you in hopes you'll call and get a real one. No dice. I was proud of myself for that idea and everything.

By then, we were hitting the low seventies and the morning mist was dissipating. The sun wasn't fully out yet, but it was unmistakably warmer, and me in my pants with an antihistamine in me from yesterday (they cause greater heat intolerance). There was a man loading his truck a couple driveways down. Never met him before, but I'd seen him. I approached, gave him my name, and sheepishly relayed the morning to him. Thankfully everyone else's power was out too, so I didn't sound too much like I was asking for him to aid and abet a break-in.

He agreed to help but wanted to be the one to do it - as in, "I'll walk with you" and didn't want my paws on his card. He gave the front door a really good try, but privately I still feel like he gave up before he could get it. Still, I was grateful for him ruining a card trying to help me and we tried the shittier door that led to the inside of the garage. Deadbolted. Goddammit dad.

Fast forward to him showing me a trick on the sliding glass door with a screwdriver - we had built up something of a friendly bond through adversity by then, though I never did get his name - which didn't work but reminded me that even though I'm really careful to lock windows (no cracks for spiders to get in that way) I might have left the kitchen window unlocked from when I opened it for my cat. We both tried using the bricks of the house to hop up and see if the latch was shut before we would try prying off the screen.

The latch was shut, and as I dropped back defeated onto the cracked concrete slab that could and had been very generously described by realtors as a patio, hot and starting to sweat, I put my hands on my hips and squinted up into the yellow porch light. And in a very rare DC 10 perception check, I REALIZED what I was seeing.

I must've made a noise, because neighbor guy looked to me with a little confusion. I pointed. He looked, tipped his head, processed. His whole face cleared. He wasn't the sort to laugh easy - gruff, built like an electric foreman, which is to say like my stepfather - but he shook his head with a little smile and made sure I could get in the garage before pushing up the bill of his cap with a finger and wandering off back to his day with his screwdriver.

My day hasn't even started yet. The email my dad (2.5 hours away) forwarded me before my walk estimated it would be four hours before the power came back. I knew it wouldn't take that many, but I didn't dare hope it would only take two. I told my supervisor then that I would keep her updated and I've still got two hours before that time hits. I spent half of one writing this, and I'm going to take ten more to eat something, and then I'll hop online and get busy.

But man. What a morning.

[blessyourhondahurley]

Autumn Again

The conclusion of the Fowl Play saga, which began with Keep Me Fed All Year. Dean and Cas get some good news about their little farm!

Suptober prompt: Costume Flufftober prompt: A Sweet Treat Fictober prompt: "I'm not alone and neither are you." Inktober prompt: Farm

(Read on AO3)

Removing all of the dirt from his hands is a lost cause. It seems like ever since they got this place three years ago, there's never not dirt on his hands – trapped under his nails, caught in the ridges of his knuckles, embedded in his pores. Still, he makes a token effort to at least brush the worst of the crud off onto the back of his jeans before he grabs the day's mail.

Cas gave their mailbox a fresh application of cheery black and yellow stripes last week. It perches at the end of their driveway, right up alongside the road, to make access easy for their elderly mailman. From the road it's about a five-minute walk back to the house along packed gravel. This hike is very much unfun in the harshness of winter, but here in late October it's just beautiful.

Autumn is really showing off this year. The air is shiveringly crisp, a perfect counterpoint to the bright, warm sunshine. Their trees are a riot of color. There's a lopsided V of Canadian geese overhead, calling out encouragement to each other as they go. “I'm not alone and neither are you,” they seem to be saying. “If we stay together and work hard we'll get where we need to be.” Dean almost pulls his phone out to take a picture, it's so pretty. Then he remembers that he's already got about a thousand pictures on his phone of his pretty farmette in all kinds of weather, and he lets the moment go with a grin.

When he enters their cozy home, he's greeted by a gust of warmth and a squeal of delight.

“Daddyyyy!” Jack calls, his small feet pattering as he crosses the burnished wood floor of their entry way and flings his skinny arms around Dean's waist.

“Whoa, small fry!” Dean cautions. “Lemme hang up my jacket first!”

As soon as Carhartt hits hook, Jack is jumping into his arms. Dean juggles him onto one hip, keeping a firm grip on the envelopes and catalogs in his other hand.

“I picked for sure my costume!” Jack tells him excitedly. “I'm gonna be a bee! A bumblebee!!”

“Is that so? And are you sure this time?”

He's lost track of how many times this year Jack has decided for sure what his Halloween costume will be. Given how late into the month they are, Dean crosses his fingers that this one will stick.

He carries his son into the kitchen, where his husband is working on dinner.

Dean leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek, then steps back to admire. “Hey, sunshine. You finished it?”

“Yes, I washed and blocked it this morning, so it's all done. What do you think?” Cas puts his arms out to the side and turns in place, modeling his newly-knit cardigan. It's sapphire blue, the color of the clear Autumn sky, the color of his lovely eyes behind his tortoiseshell frames, and Dean has never wanted to play “naughty librarian” more in his life.

“You look like a sweet treat in that,” he growls. “Might need to talk to you about some very, very overdue books later tonight.”

Cas raises an eyebrow, pinning Dean in his place. “I'd be happy to assess your fines after our youngest patron has finished his story time, Mr. Winchester,” he promises.

Dean gives a happy little shiver. “I'll hold you to that, Mr. Winchester,” he replies eagerly.

Jack squirms in his arms, ready to be back in motion again after sitting still on his dad's hip for almost two whole minutes. Dean loosens his hold and the boy hops down and runs out of the room.

“Papa, can I watch cartoons 'til dinner?” he yells from the hallway. Cas calls his assent, and they hear the TV click on.

“How are the ladies?” Cas asks, turning back to the cutting board.

“Thriving and surviving,” Dean assures him. “I adjusted the frame on the coop door, so it should open and close better for you now.” He drops the mail onto the table and turns. “Gonna grab a shower. Need a hand with dinner after I'm cleaned up?”

“No, this is the last step. It'll be ready in thirty.”

Dean's halfway to the bathroom when he hears a sharp gasp from the kitchen. Thinking Cas might have cut himself, thinking all kinds of terrible things, he rushes back to his husband's side.

Cas has his hand to his mouth, and Dean's still looking for blood, still expecting an emergency, when he realizes that in his other hand, Cas is holding a letter.

“They said yes,” he murmurs.

“They...?” For a moment, Dean is too stunned to continue.

“They said yes!!” Cas says again, louder now, joyous. “They like our offer. They're ready to sell. We're doing this, Dean! We really are!!”

Dean grabs the letter from his husband and scans it. The offer they'd made to buy fifteen acres of adjoining land from their neighbors has been accepted.  Their pretty farmette is about to become an honest to God farm.

“We're really doing it!!” he exclaims, taking his beaming husband into his arms.

A farm stand, where Cas can sell their honey and eggs without having to haul his product out to the farmer's market every week. An addition to the house – more rooms for guests and a big upgrade in the luxuriousness of the master bath. A stable, and a couple of horses to put in it. With the additional land, they'll be able to have it all. They can plant actual crops now, grow hay and corn. They can–

“Hey, sweetheart, what do you think about, next year we do a maze?”

Cas's brow furrows for a moment, then it clears. He grins. “A maize maze?”

“Yeah, why not?” Dean says. “I'm pretty sure I can figure out how to make donuts. Jack could run a couple little games, you could drive the hay cart? How does that sound?”

“It sounds like more than we deserve,” Cas says with a wry smile. “Let's do it.”

Concludes here.

[collegeishardbutwritingisharder]

Overprotective Ashwinder x Child Reader

Once again, not a Harry Potter fan but there is now a Harry Potter character. Newt is most likely OOC and I apologize. Also because Ashwinders die really fast, I changed it a tiny bit.

"Why didn't you keep a close eye on the fire?! You know exactly what can come from magical fires!" Mom yelled at Dad for his reckless behavior again.

He's always been like this. My dad isn't a bad dad. The only problem is that his mind tends to wander at moments which ends up in him forgetting important details or important events. We still love him dearly though but right now, we are in mild trouble. An Ashwinder formed from the fire that my dad made and he forgot to put it out in a reasonable amount of time.

"I'm sorry, honey. I was just really excited about the potion almost being done that I forgot how I made the fire. I'm really sorry." Dad apologized, looking quite upset about the mess that he made once again.

"It's fine, sweetie but now we need to find the Ashwinder or the eggs before our entire house gets burned down. Alright everyone, spread out. Let's capture this fire snake." Mom gave the command and we all scattered.

Being only seven, it was going to be hard for me to capture the snake since I don't even have a wand to use. Hopefully I won't be too late if I find it and give my parents time to come and help me. I felt the temperature of the air increase when I went up to the attic. I gave Dad a quick signal before I went in myself. I can understand as to why the Ashwinder decided that our attic was the best place to lay its eggs. It was dark and mostly secluded.

I saw the dust of the Ashwinder left behind and found the eggs in a hidden corner. I went to pick up one of the eggs but I quickly retracted it when my brain brought up the fact that Ashwinder eggs will burn your hand awful if you aren't careful enough. Looking around, I found an Easter basket and put it as close to the eggs as possible before playing a slight game of hot potato. Once they were all in the basket, I rushed out of the house. Thankfully, all of the doors were open making it insanely easy to get outside. The fresh air felt nice on the fall day except I had to get to the small cave near our house to put these eggs in. I heard that you can freeze the eggs to get some good money but... My family have bleeding hearts towards the creatures that exist in the world with us and we couldn't bring ourselves to do that.

I placed the basket on the floor of the cave before rushing out. The heat of the eggs was hot and that meant that they were going to hatch very soon. As soon as I left the cave, it burst into flames. Seems that my judgement was correct. My parents came out side to watch the hatch fire with me.

The fire was big. I had to carry out ten plus eggs. The number was one of the highest nests that we've ever seen. Thankfully, we're able to handle Ashwinder incidents thanks to my Dad's forgetful nature. We've actually lost houses before but it hasn't happened in the past five years. We always have to watch out for an fires made by Dad. We also have an abundance of floo powder in the house that doesn't help the cause. That was a fun accident that Mom made for once.

After about three minutes, all of the flames burnt out and we watched as the newly born Ashwinders crawl out of the cave. They were all moving so slow aside from one which appeared to not be moving at all. My parents and I started to walk around to all of the fire pits that we have set up around the cave. This was so that all of the Ashwinders had a nice warm and safe place while they grow to be adults. The snakes were all thankful for the fires and started to hibernate in the flames for around a month. Or at least that's the normal amount of time. Sometimes shorter of a tad longer.

I was looking over all of the Ashwinders when my eyes looked over at the cave to see the one that refused to move earlier was just watching me. This Ashwinder was very different from the rest of its siblings. Its scales were a dark gray instead of an ashy gray and its eyes were a glowing orange. When our eyes met, it started slithering over to me instead of seeking warmth from a fire.

"What's wrong with that Ashwinder? The fire should be calling to it. Is it a runt?" Mom asked, grabbing me and lifting me away from the Ashwinder.

"I don't know. I've seen plenty of Ashwinders before but I don't remember any with color variation." Dad said, marveling at the off colored snake.

"No offense, honey but eve if you did, I don't think that you would remember it." Mom shot, getting a small giggle from me.

"Maybe I should give Newt a call. He could possibly know about this weird color choice."

I started bouncing up and down in my Mom's arms. I loved it when Mr. Scamander came to visit us. He would teach me about all the different types of creatures that he would see and take care of. I aspire to be like him when I grow up.

Dad decided to go write a letter to Newt and left us with the weird Ashwinder. The Ashwinder started hissing furiously after my Dad and started to glow a deep red.

"What the?"

The Ashwinder then lit itself on fire and started slithering at my Mom at max speed. Mom let out a shriek and accidentally dropped me. She has issues with her grip ever since someone challenged her to a holding challenge that lasted for four whole days. It was a close call but Mom prevailed by only five extra seconds. This resulted in her getting free food at a restaurant plus permanent gripping issues.

The Ashwinder, after I fell onto the ground, put itself out and wrapped around my arm. Because of it being just born, it could only coil around my arm. He then rested his head on my bicep and closed his eyes. I could hear happy little hisses come from him. I decided to test my luck and pet him a few times on his head. He seemed to have enjoyed that. My Dad came back outside, looking extremely happy.

"The letter is on its way! I hope that Newt will be able to visit us. Where did the little ankle biter go?" Dad was searching the ground for the Ashwinder.

"Around our child's arm. The thing lit itself on fire and charged at me. For some unknown reason, it really likes (Y/N)." Mom said, letting out a shiver.

Dad picked me up and observed the creature who was wrapped around my arm.

"Would you look at that? (Y/N)! You've got yourself a new friend! How cool is that?!" Dad smiled at me, giving me a small spin.

I let out a laugh before smiling down at the Ashwinder. I'm now super excited for the new adventure that awaits me in the future with this creature.

*Time skip to about a week*

"Fascinating. And it hasn't died yet." Newt said, examining the Ashwinder with fire proof gloves.

Yeah, Newt decided to hold the snake instead of just holding me. It was letting out angry hisses and lit itself on fire plenty of times. It has a limit for how long is can keep on fire apparently.

"And the only person that it likes is (Y/N), you say? Let's do a few tests with them first. (Y/N), would you please come over here?"

I walked over to Newt and waited for him to inform me on what he wanted me to do. Alasker calmed down a bit when I walked towards newt but was still very on edge.

"Hold out your hands. I'm going to give this little guy back to you. Be prepared." Newt instructed me.

I held out my hands and Newt just dropped Alasker into my hands without much warning. Alasker quickly put himself out before hitting my hands. Newt's eyes widened by a few centimeters and a grin split out on his face.

"Amazing! The Ashwinder really doesn't want to hurt you. I wonder if this is only with kids or if it's just you, (Y/N). Would you mind if I did a few tests with him?" Newt asked me, hope was shining in his eyes.

I subconsciously brought Alasker closer to my body. I was worried about what type of tests that he was talking about. I know that some tests can be really painful and I don't want to put Alasker in any pain. Dad felt my vibe and stepped up in my stead.

"I know that you most likely wouldn't hurt Alasker but (Y/N) just wants to make sure that the tests that you're talking about wouldn't put him into any pain." Dad said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

Alasker gave him a warning hiss before snuggling back into my stomach.

"Alasker? They told the name that they chose for the snake?" Newt asked, excitement was peaking through his tone of voice.

I've never really liked talking all that much so whenever I do talk, my family treats it like it's a national event and that everyone in the world needs to treat it as such.

"No, they sadly didn't speak. Instead they were writing Ashwinder multiple times and eventually, their writing got so messy that it looked like Alasker and they ended up naming him that." Dad explained, giving a sad look to me.

"Well, that's a shame but anyway, these tests shall not be painful to Alasker. They are reaction tests. Harmless as can be." Newt explained, giving me a pat on the head.

Alasker also gave Newt a warning hiss plus an attempted bite to his arm. I gave plenty of small pets to Alasker's head to calm him down. I would feel pretty bad if Newt got hurt because of how angry that Alasker got.

"Well, (Y/N)? Is it okay if I take Alasker with me for the rest of the day? You're allowed to say no if you want."

I nodded my head and held out Alasker. I trusted Newt with almost anything of mine. I know how much he adores his own beasts and I knew that he would gladly take care of any creature that I would find.

Newt took Alasker and let me tell you, Alasker was very upset with the whole world at that point. He relit himself on fire and was biting Newt's arms without stopping. Newt then took off with Alasker. Dad then picked me up in return and we headed for the game boards because it was time for game night.

A few hours had passed and I was starting to get worried for Newt. He hasn't come back yet but we haven't heard of any creams of fire yet. Mom could sense my unease and made me some (F/D) to distract me. I was very thankful for that. Plus for the fact that I love some good (F/D).

After about another hour or two, Newt came back into our house with a burnt out Alasker. Newt also looked like he came out of a bonfire plus his gloves were charred. I jumped out of my chair and took Alasker from his hands then cradled him in my arms. Dad went to our guest room and got Newt a new set of clothing. Newt is a very close friend to my Dad so, we basically made the guest room into a room for Newt to stay in.

"Thank you, (D/N). I appreciate the kindness. Alasker is more of a handful than I originally thought he would be." Newt said, going into a bathroom to get changed out of his burnt attire.

I took Alasker into my room. I was done with the rest of my family and Newt for the time. It was snake and (Y/N) time. I put him down on the floor and went to set up our playpen. It was full of different toys and cushions. After I got the doors open, Alasker joined me indie of the pen and we just started playing make believe. I noticed that Alasker was more tired than normal so I made the executive decision that it was time for Alasker to turn in.

I picked him up and put him into the fire proof cradle. I started rocking it but Alasker was refusing to fall asleep. I let out a sigh and realized that I had to use my most powerful weapon.

"Go to sleep~ My little snakey friend~. Go take a leap~ Into sleepy land~." I sang, my voice floating throughout the air.

Alasker stood no chance against the slow melody that is the lullaby that I came up with. I continued until I completely finished the tune. When it was done, Alasker was in a deep sleep and then I realized how thirsty I was. I went to leave my room and when I opened my door, both of parents and Newt were standing right there, trying to act like they weren't spying on me. I let out another sigh before rushing past them.

"(Y/N)! You have a wonderful voice. Do you think that at one point you could sign for my creatures? I think that they would love to hear a soothing voice like yours." Newt said, trying to get me to speak/sing more.

I only shook my head no before getting my glass of water. He looked pretty disappointed when I gave my answer but I just wasn't comfortable talking in front of multiple creatures let alone sing.

"Don't worry about it, Newt. If it really came down to it, (Y/N) would most likely sing for your creatures if they are really angry." Dad reasoned.

I passed them all again and went straight to bed. I was tired of the crap that happened earlier and I wasn't going to deal with it. I gave one last pet to Alasker before passing into the dream land myself.

The morning came faster than I thought that it would but when I woke up, I realized that I couldn't move any of my arms or legs. When I opened my eyes, all that I could see was Alasker. I started to panic a bit. When was Alasker this big?! Newt said that he wasn't going to any bad tests on him. Did he lie?

I wasn't thinking before I let out a huge scream which warned the whole house. I heard footsteps rushing to my room and the door burst open.

"What on earth happened?!" Newt yelled, taking him off of my suspect list.

"(Y/N)! Are you okay?!" Dad also yelled, rushing over to my side.

Alasker was awake by this point and when Dad got really close, he hit the man with his tail and let out a warning hiss. Dad backed off at that sign.

"Why has he grown? This makes no sense. Maybe I should take him with me on my travels just to make sure that he is safe to be around." Newt observed, pulling out his want to apparate Alasker to his suitcase.

Alasker was immediately on the defense and lunged for Newt's wand, almost getting his jaws around it. But sadly, he wasn't fast enough and got transported into the suitcase. I was relieved to have my limbs back but I didn't want to lose one of my closest friends in the process. I ran over to Newt and put my hands on his suitcase.

"I know, (Y/N). It's really hard to let go of close friends but I want to make sure that you'll be safe with Alasker. He seemed to be really possessive over you. I tired yesterday to see if he liked any other being, wizard or muggle, but he was offensive to all of them. I think it's just best in this case for me to study him for a bit longer." Newt explained, giving me a hug.

This definitely shocked me because I knew that Newt wasn't big on physical contact but I was joyful anyway. Hugs are always a huge mood lifter for me.

"Okay, I trust you with him, Newt." I whispered to him.

The smile on Newt's face was so wide that I thought it might it might split his face in two. He then bid us adieu and took his leave. We waved him off and I started to pray for Alasker's well-being. He will always be my little snake friend and I hope that he'll be okay.

[justekasmindx]

Mood

09/18

Two weeks ago, I was heartbroken, after more than a year of not liking anyone else that much. This one's different, it made me surrender, it made my body feel so weak all through my veins up to my head, had a tension headache which I know I can manage but my poor soul didn't allow me to. I promised a year ago that whatever I felt for a person, I would never let it affect my daily life, especially my career, or maybe my career is not important as I see it before.

I stood up and let myself absorb and process each strand of emotion, but this is getting out of hand, my decision-making is affected already and causing me troubles in my daily life.

They said I should not always have to interpret each experience I have but these past few days, aside from being called out by the people around me, I know I have to get past this as quickly as possible. It's time to ask the question, "What is this situation trying to teach me?" (because it's not letting me go). Simple processing of emotion and executing coping mechanisms are just band-aids and I know that I need a long-term solution for this, which is something that has to do with my attachment issues.

I know it's funny, but doing my daily routine makes me focused on the present. So I was in the shower, and as the cold water ran through my whole body, it made me ask, "Why do I feel mad at people who don't agree with me recently, those who neglect my emotions and refuse to understand what I am going through?" This is not the usual me because I already know how to take care of myself whenever I am going through an emotional breakdown, I no longer seek for other's understanding but here I am upset about it just because I felt broken.

Sooner or later, I cried, because clearly the universe just hit me in the face and told me "Girl, you have daddy issues, go damn face it."

To give you a bit of the background, I was a daddy's little girl, for me, my dad was the ideal man I could think of. His love language to me was acts of service, he literally took care of me in every possible and sensible way, in my eyes he was the most hardworking man and a great leader wherever he went. He has one of the most impacts on how I behave today, my love language for receiving is acts of service and I always perceive myself as a great leader if I decide to become one. It was great until I stepped into college, we moved to another city, and he's been influenced by his colleagues, unfortunately, I lost my dad since then. He's there in our home, but he's no longer my dad who cared for me. I mourned for it for months, until I finally accepted that I was already on my own, making my own decisions, and from this point, chaos started in my life.

I didn't realize until this very moment, that the reason I was roaming around looking for a boyfriend and companion in my early 20s was because I lost my father figure during those years. All along I thought my mom was the issue because she's the one who's always nagging me and neglecting my feelings about how I run my life, but the real root cause was my dad. This is not to blame them, no parents are perfect, I just really needed to figure out why I was feeling this way, I needed to go back and check the key to move forward.

It breaks my heart right now, the memories of my young adulting consist of me chasing men to stay, accepting toxic behaviors because I no longer want to be abandoned, trying to escape the feeling of being neglected, begging for people's attention and validation by being successful in my career and business, just to prove them that I can stand alone and I am strong enough and I have my life figured out because I thought to have an ongoing life supposed to be treasured for me to achieve the society's standard and ideal life. I was not able to control myself and my mistakes because I did not know what was happening. I remember myself reaching out to my friends, different life coaches, even psychologists or counselors, and people who I know looked after me, for me to figure out what was going on with my life. Their advice has helped me a lot with my current situation at the time but never has anyone taught me that I have to look past way behind each detail so that I would be able to figure it out.

The norm is people will say to stop looking at the past, free yourself from regrets, and forgive those people who hurt you. Damn, people, I don't even know what happened, who or what caused these. People will say just go with the flow, and let people and experiences come and go. Again, damn, I don't even know what to let go or what to attract because my mind is still messed up and in chaos figuring out which pieces fit my puzzle.

I am a woman who can't just move forward to another unless something huge is resolved, I need to sit and talk about it so it will give me peace of mind and prevent it from happening again to lessen the damage that it may cause. This may be toxic to others but that's how I keep myself on track, I need to focus on what I can control. I know not everything can be controlled, so I let go and accept the fact that I can't, especially others' decisions. But if I feel like I need to figure something out in order for me to be better in the upcoming situations, I really need to get to the root cause of it.

Last night, I intentionally went to work late, because I was processing my realizations during that shower, I cried, and I felt bad about the fact that I was mad at people around me for invalidating my feelings where I was the problem all the time, it was my daddy issues took over me because I can no longer handle my own emotions so I tended to look for the validation of the father figure I currently have.

Oh yes, I frequently cry these days because I am having PMS and I'm about to have my period, my hormones are overflowing.

Moving forward, I now have to start to heal this early adult of me, I am safe now, I now have people who listen to me and if there are not, I know I understand myself more than anyone else, so I don't have to worry, I no longer have to prove myself to anyone. I am accepting the fact that life wouldn't always give people it's ideal family, I may have lived with parents and a whole family technically, but I know they're not the kind of people who can be leaned on, I am part of the percentage of the world that has to treat myself as my own home and my loyal friends as my family, too. I feel like an orphan now, but that's how life works.

And, you know what, I guess one of the most important lessons here is, knowing that the universe is sending us people, not to intentionally just hurt us, but to teach us lessons we need to learn, in preparation to receive this something bigger blessing that is coming soon. That guy who got my heart broken is a blessing, if it didn't happen, I wouldn't be able to realize that I have this part of me that I have to heal before I move forward. Recently, I have been feeling lost, but I know there's an incoming path for me to take on, I am about to leave my current situation.

I am now letting go of this guy. It was never my feeling of regret that was a problem, it was about me experiencing the feeling of abandonment and being neglected again, it was my issue, and now I got to do the work to heal it.

To my future husband, you're going to have the healed version of me. Just wait for me, I'm already working on it.

This piece of journal helped me a lot to get my head cleared out, if ever someone read this, hope you learned something out of it.

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Assorted Chapter 16 - 24 thoughts

GALAD IS A WHITECLOAK NOW!?!?!? I really like Galad as a character. Crazy that he does the right thing no matter what and decided that that included joining the white cloaks.🤡 Very interested to see if he ends up protecting his sister and her friends therefore kind of supporting the Aes Sedai, an organization he is now theologically against, or if he hands them in, betraying the trust of his family which also seems like a big thing for him. Which side of right will win out inside of himself?

Gawyn * rolls eyes * I liked him at the beginning but ever since the Tower coup incident I do not like him at all. He’s so annoying! And the way he thinks he’s right about everything? No thank you. He and Egwene better not end up together or I will commit a crime. He does not deserve Egwene.

I’m really liking how this book has given us a lot of different perspectives! It’s refreshing to see what other characters are up to!

Elayne, Thom is basically your step-dad. Please, I am begging you.

Finally, the Black Ajah are going to be scary and not just a totally useless group of 12 people! I’m excited to actually be afraid of them. Absolutely loving Moghedien!

Glad to get the confirmation that Gaebril is indeed Rahvin.

The mind control/compulsion weave is super unnerving from the perspective of someone under the compulsion. The fact Morgase has months and months of fake memories is terrifying!

I would read an entire book about Morgase though ngl.

LINI!!!! I need Lini and Nynaeve to meet so bad. When she said, when you get to my age all sayings are old sayings, I lost it. I would die for Lini.

MORGASE WAS GONNA MARRY THOM SSFDDFSGSDGGDS

Wildly invested in this Morgase-Gareth-Siuan side plot.

I kind of want Morgase and Gareth to meet up before Gareth and Siuan just because I very badly want to see their exes reunion.

Ngl I have no idea what is going on with Padan Fain anymore. I was so sure he was going to be set up as a foil or some kind of parallel to Mat but he seems to be obsessed with Perrin now? Not sure why, but I’m loving his batshit insane vibe.

Something something Moiriane and her relationship to time. Her being like “I have no time” a couple of chapters ago to now being like your right your right we have time.

The Aiel honour system giving positive points to being Aes Sedai and negative points for being Cairhenin making Moiraine cancel out. Amazing.

Everytime Rand is forced to make a big choice I take psychic damage. Baby no... 🥺😢

I want to know more about Aiel Flower symbolism actually. What kinds of plants grow in the waste?

MAGIC SWORD MAGIC SWORD MAGIC SWORD I LOVE MAGIC SWORDS. The Cairhein sun motif just goes so hard. There better be a cool thematic thing that happens with this sword otherwise what is the point??? Also where is this sword from cause like I really doubt that Laman was a blademaster, man does not give me those vibes. SO HYPED FOR THIS MAGIC SWORD WITH A SORDID BACKSTORY!!!!

Just realized Mats thing has a raven on it. Does that have something to do with the Seanchan maybe? Like maybe the Seeker people with the raven tattoos? Or I guess it could just be cursed by the dark one or something. Mat would become un-possed just to go and immediately pick up another cursed object.

RAND BABY NO

What is up with that other doorway terangreal? WHY DOES MOIRAINE CARE ABOUT IT? I just need to know.

Nynaeve as the carnival book-keeper is everything I did not know I needed from life. Every second of screentime Nynaeve gets, I love her more. OF COURSE she says she's the book-keeper.

Everyone reading into everything Rand does as the madness. Me frantically pointing at mat: "is anyone gonna look at that???"

For real though, I don't think Rand is mad at all yet. The little bits and pieces of information we get from his past as Lews Therin are definitely starting him in that direction for sure but all of his choices have been well thought out and logical so far. A lot of characters are saying he's become colder and/or harder since starting on this journey that has now been almost an entire year and are quick to blame this change on the madness. But really all of his choices and decisions are of someone trying to gain trust and respect from those around them and doing what needs to be done. Like sorry Egwene but Rand has not become harder because of the madness. He has become harder because that's what he has needed to become to survive and gain followers.

[anxiousghostmain]

Who's on your team and how did you meet them? My mother used to raise ghost pokemon and I really want to do the same.

Hey!

My team currently consists of 5 members- Sable the Sableye, Toffee the Pumpkaboo, Meeko the Gengar, Ruby the Misdreavus, and, of course, Charlie, my Banette! I also occasionally have a Decidueye I call Tomas stop by my house, but he rarely shows up.

I met Sable when I was in a cave with my dad. He had recently bought me a little necklace with a piece of Topaz in it, and the next thing I knew, there was a weird humanoid thing following me. I was only 7 at the time, and this was before I found Charlie. I ended up giving it my Topaz necklace (Well, moreover throwing it- the cave guide suggested maybe it was attracted to my necklace, so I threw it into the darkness.) and that was that for a few years. However, a few weeks after I lost my Lillipup (She was 13 years old, I had to put her down due to cancer.) my dad decided to take me back to that cave. I had Charlie once again by this point, and once again, a weird figure approached me. I could tell it was the same Sableye. It had a dusk ball in its mouth, and it put it on the ground, and kept following me, kicking it towards me. Eventually, I deduced that they WANTED to be caught- Usually, pokemon prefer not to be caught- they're usually scared. After that, we became close friends and I tend to take them out on walks with me!

I met Toffee at this big farm on the outskirts of my town. I had gone there when I was 14, so the same year I caught Sable. Mom had asked me if I wanted to pick a pumpkin, to which I did. We hitched a ride on a tractor on over to their pumpkin fields and we wandered around for a bit, trying to find a good pumpkin or two to pick and take home. We were there for about an hour, and it was getting dark. Around this time is when I noticed some children were acting rather odd around a specific patch. I went over to investigate, but Charlie hopped off my shoulder and didn't really want me to until he could check. He walked forward, which caused the children surrounding the area to back away. In front of me, sat a tiny, yet very injured Pumpkaboo. She seemed so small, and the children were being quite rude about it, prodding it with a stick and saying really mean things about it. She seemed small, sad, and all alone. Charlie ended up rolling her over to me, and the rest is history.

Meeko, I actually caught about 4 months ago. This was back when I was still so anxious I couldn't go outside unless it was night. I was walking down to the pokemon graveyard where I buried my Lillipup- I always like to bring her flowers, and I even found her old blanket. I had these in my bag, when suddenly I felt as though something was walking next to me. By this point, I had studied ghost types long enough to know this was something from that line, or maybe even a Misdreavus. I had packed a little snack for myself, along with a few pokepuffs for Charlie in case he got hungry. I took out the food, which was chicken noodle soup I made right before leaving, in a tupperware container. I ended up leaving that and a pokepuff on the side of the road, as a gesture of kindness. I continued on my way, figuring I'd just clean up the mess on my way back. Well, on my way back, I was surprised to see a black blob sitting underneath a street light, right where I left the food. It was almost dawn, and the fella, who I now knew was a Gengar, bwomped right on up to me and hugged my leg, laughing. I thought he wanted to take my soul, but it turns out, no! He allowed me to catch him. I believe Meeko was initially someone else's pokemon, since Gengar don't show up in the wilds here. This would also explain how friendly he was to me.

Ruby, I got from a coworker back when I was healthy enough to work. Unfortunately, my physical and mental health have deteriorated since then, but I still work from home. We worked at this goofy haunted house called Cofagrigus Tomb, and I became close friends with this guy named Emu. Emu was very sweet, but loved to spook people just as much as me and Charlie did. However, near the final year he worked there, he started to drift away from ghost types, leaning more towards fighting types now. However, he didn't want to just leave his team. He instead gave them away to people on the staff team, and Ruby was supposed to go to my manager, but she floated over to me, and Emu laughed, before saying "Alright, I'll just give Toby Yamask."

Charlie, him and I go way back. Back when I was 3, my grandma gave me this little pokedoll. It was of a Rhydon, and I carried him everywhere with me. One day, when I was just about to turn 5, my older brother woke me up, holding Rylee the Rhydon. He kept saying he was gonna throw Rylee away if I didn't clean his room. I was very sick that day, so I just tried to take Rylee back and go back to sleep. Mom and Dad were at work, and my oldest sister was out training her team. I tried to take Rylee back but I couldn't. I watched him leave my room, and he came back with a trash bag. He threw Rylee into the trashbag, and left the house, coming back without her. I tried to get out of bed to get her from the trash, but I couldn't. Later that day, I told Mom what happened. The thing was, the Trubbish Team had already come. I cried for Rylee, and my brother was grounded. My mother also made him pay for a new Rhydon plush, but it wasn't Rylee. It never would be. A few years later, when I was turning 8, I gave the other Rhydon to a kid down the street. I was so, so saddened by the Rhydon's presence- my grandmother now having passed away. That night, I couldn't sleep. I kept hearing whispering in my room. I was cold, and almost crying. I missed grandma, I missed being young, and I missed Rylee. I remember turning over to see this weird, angry looking doll-like thing sitting by me, on my bed. It had the ribbon I tied around Rylee's neck. I knew instantly, this was Rylee. I missed her so, so much. And I could tell, that Charlie knew. He climbed into my arms and helped me sleep, and we've never left each other's side since. He spent the next day terrorizing my brother. That's the day I found out he now responds better to Charlie. He helps me sleep at night, wakes me up from nightmares, and helps with my SAD.