#instead of bye or see ya or whatever

[wuhuislandconspiracy]

replaying a really good work phone call in my head like im a sports analyser going over the brilliance of my own greatest hits

[skyrigel]

When Simon “You're ruining my tough guy personality” Riley falls in love with “Is the tough guy between us right now ?” Reader

“Pookie boy,” You chirp in, beaming when Simon looks up at you from his file; his face relaxed, eyes drawn softly, and a warm halo of held back smile glowing underneath.

Until Simon realises, and glares. “Simon.”

“Yeah no shit sherlock,” you scoff, “In office with Price. With the records, ofcourse.”

Simon is invincible. Nothing gets under his skin, or rattles his bones in this uncharted dance he never signed up — but...

“Babyboy, the report is due tommorow, remember aye ?” you tap on his desk, and Simon is undone as the poets say.

He is incoherent. Torn between the molten heat spreading through his face, his cheeks getting warmer that it should, and to tell you off because he doesn't like it, right ?

“What ?” you tilt your head.

“I remember.” he barely whispers, picking open the file to hide his hot pink face.

“Good boy.” you grin, leaving his desk.

It goes on.

“Baby” while leaving his coffee, and a set of relentless emoji assault over phone later on.

A dangerous successful attempt at picking off a fallen lash from his cheek, and “Ghostieboo make a wish.”

He feels electric, charged with the brush of your finger on his face.

A moment. He realises, and glares. “It ain't comein true if ya gonna gut it outta meh.”

“So you made a wish ?”

“Bye.”

“Okay bye Cutiee patootie.” you boop his nose, smiling sweetly.

He absolutely isn't giving in to your shameless acts of booping his nose and calling him cute.

Simon Riley isn't a pookie, or baby, or loverboy, or say cutiee patootie.

And definitely not ghostieboo.

Just because he doesn't glare anymore or scoff doesn't mean he is accepting your silly little names and your silly lovely ways.

It's completely unrelated when his eyes are transfixed at the glass door to see your face just once ( he is unaware you've taken a day off )

Simon is NOT missing you dreadfully NOR his ears are dying to hear your voice OR he feels terribly in heart.

“Missing meh, Pookie ?” Johnny mocks in a very bad intimation of your voice, snickering while ducking the plastic box launched at him.

“Daft.” Simon mutters, quickly glancing at the door with disappointment because you're not there again, barging in with too sweet coffee — turning his world upside down, teaching him a secret language, drowning him in your bright vivid colours.

“Yer daft,” Johnny says, “What ya' missing is chilllin at er’ home...so text if you're so dying idiot instead looking like a kicked pup.”

“Says the dog with tongue rolled out” He remarks, mindlessly pulling out his phone and losing himself to reading old chats in your maddening absence.

You're truly a menace.

He finally scrolls down towards the end. Flexes his knuckles, then looks up at Johnny who's too busy grinning into his phone.

Simon licks his lips, conceals back the smile like it might screenshot itself and reach you on it's own.

He sends a simple hey, and with twitching nervous hands types the second text.

He is double texting now. He is fucked.

The three dots of typing pops up and Simon who has never played minecraft finds out what having half an heart feels like.

He watches nervously as your reply comes.

His heart skips a beat, he can hear it in your voice. It's so close inside him, like his own feeble heartbeat.

Simon's mouth twists, rush of something bundled like loves flows in him. His joy is so unwild and untamed, that his whole face illuminates with it.

Burning and aching and intoxicating.

“Stop blushing and drooling, puppy.”

He looks up, flash blinds him with a followed clicking sound.

Oh.

Oh.

“Johnny NO !” Simon jumps out of his seat to chase him, and Johnny is running out with his phone clutched in iron grip.

“I got paid for this mate !” Johnny yells out.

Simon cuts off and covers his face with sweaty palms. He is surprised himself when a soft, light hearted chuckle breaks out.

Pookie. Whatever. He is entirely fucked. You have undone him now, completely and incandescently.

You're truly a menace. His menace.

And lord, he misses you so much.

Masterlist

[amaranthinespirit]

Heyyyy could you please write best friends brother Simon

best friend's brother!simon riley who has taken a secret liking to you makes it not so secret anymore

it was wrong, to like your best friend's brother. it was so wrong, but every stolen glance made your stomach flip, shivers creeping down every vertebrae of your spine whenever you met gazes with those sunken, tired eyes beyond the black balaclava he always wore.

your friend always complained how weird he was for wearing the mask, especially 'round the house. leaned against the kitchen counters with the fabric bunched around his crooked nose where he'd be there sipping water, or eating a bowl of cereal.

he always wore a tight, fitted shirt with loose pants, and you swore he did it on purpose. you couldn't count on two hands the amount of times your eyes traveled across his exposed skin, down to the baggy material of whatever he chose to wear for pants that day—or if you were lucky, he wore jeans.

it wasn't right, you knew that. thirsting over your best friend's brother, but the way his eyes were always trained on you, no matter what, made your panties soak.

how exchanging glances from across the room turned to finding excuses to pass by him, because any proximity was proximity, to being the one to get snacks from the kitchen in hopes he was there. he usually was.

to doing the dishes as he stood and watched, where he used to just add to the pile, now he ushered you aside to wash his own, and whatever was left.

to muttering simple greetings of 'hello's and partings words of 'bye's, or 'see ya.'

to brushing shoulders as you walked past each other in the long house hallways, or grazing arms when you happened to walk next to each other. to his hand nudging against the back of yours, loosely intertwining them when no one else was looking, or around.

to lingering in the kitchen a minute longer to feel the weight of his heavy, rough hands on your barely exposed hips as you reached up in the cupboards to grab whatever it is you were looking for. his warm chest pressing into the back of your head, and back, as he grabbed what you needed with a quick ruffle to your hair after.

to keeping your favorite snacks in the kitchen in anticipation that you were coming over.

to sneaking out of your friends room late in the night to meet in the kitchen, sharing a glass of water and a bowl of fruit that you had cut up as he leaned next to you on the counter, arms crossed against his chest. his gaze was heavy on your face, and the silver moonlight that casted down through the window exposed your flushed face, warm from his attention.

to pulling you into his bedroom whenever you happened to be passing by; the door shutting with a soft click as your back pressed the cold wood. his tired, half-lidded eyes nearly emotionless as he stared down at you, cornering you against his door.

your expression betrayed confusion, widened, doe eyes staring back up at him. he lifted a calloused finger to tilt your head back. he watched your chest rise, lips parting with a sharp, silent inhale as his other fingers raised the mask.

you licked your lips, eyes flickering to look at his chapped, pink flesh that looked so deliciously in reach, the lips you had fantasized about for months kissing every inch of your skin, eating you out so vigorously, you could see stars.

for months, you'd go back to your house with the image of him in your mind, laid on your back with your hands between your thighs and thoughts of him consuming. toying with your clit, imagining his big, rough hand instead of your small, softer and more delicate fingers as his name fell from your lips in a chant, a mantra.

you did this more times than you would like to admit, but he was all consuming. like a drug, you couldn't get enough, couldn't get your fix even if he was right there. you hadn't even had a taste, and yet you were addicted. subconsciously, you knew he felt that way too.

especially as he steps closer, shoulder blades pressed further into the hard surface of the door behind you. your gaze trained on him, as was his on you. the rough finger under your chin traced lightly up your jaw, his eyes transfixed on your features as his gaze danced around your face. he saw the way your eyes would get more and more dilated the more his hand touched you.

he saw the way your eyes were glued to his lips, as if you hadn't see his face countless times. you were starstruck, as if you had seen a famous painting up close, enough to count each stroke from the paintbrush. or a statue, examining the marble that imitated flowy fabrics, carved by an expert hand.

it made his heart flutter, a reassurance that, despite the circumstances, you might be the one. because he looked at you the same way.

his face hovered over yours, so closely you could feel the heat that radiated from his skin, the warmth of his breath as he exhaled, panning across your flushed features. you looked up at him expectedly, swallowing thickly as you were unsure of what to do.

despite all the times you had been alone together, all the times you were stood next to each other, held hands, met gazes, pressed against one another, you had never come face to face as you had in this moment.

you felt nervous, this was wrong. this is wrong, you shouldn't be doing this, and surely, he knew that too. he knew that it probably wasn't the best of his ideas to be going after the girl that hung around his little sister, but he didn't care, he only wanted you.

so when he leaned closer, close enough to feel the rough, chapped skin of his lips ghosting over yours, just merely brushing together. not enough, it wasn't enough to get a taste.

only enough to get a feel, feel the longing, the yearning, the want, the need. all consuming.

this is wrong.

but when his lips pressed yours so tentatively, so gentle and warm, it felt like sparks, fireworks had gone off across your body. suddenly your limbs began to tremble, your heart rate began to spike.

suddenly, in your thoughts, you didn't know how to act, your arms hanging stupidly by your sides before you decided to raise them to his face. your palms pressed against his cheeks, his jaw as you cradled his features, your lips meeting his with a push and pull. it was slow, but more exhilarating than anything you had ever experienced.

it was so wrong, but it felt so right, and that's what made it all the more better. you weren't supposed to be doing it, but if that were true, then why did it feel so good, so right?

when you had pulled away, his lips had chased with a heavy breath, hand lacing into your hair to push your face back against his in a heavy, sensual kiss that fulfilled all his longing. it was an addiction, lying dormant until he finally had you, and now that he did, he wouldn't quit.

a quiet whimper of protest was silenced by his pressing kiss, not allowing you a breath of air because you were his oxygen, so why isn't he yours? (he is though).

but unfortunately, you had both needed to breath, but that didn't stop him from latching his lips onto you somewhere else.

"si...simon, we shouldn't...shouldn't be doing...this..." you had managed between deep, swallowing breaths as you tried to keep your composure, but it was hard with him pressing warm, slow kisses down your neck. occasionally catching your skin between his teeth to leave a mark, his tongue soothing over the flesh as he continued on. trails of saliva glistened on your neck as he grunted in response.

"don' care..." he whispered gruffly as he raised his head to your ear, nipping at the flesh before dropping his head back to the junction of your neck and shoulder, too focused on marking up your pretty skin to comment any further.

and you were enjoying it a little too much to stop his ministrations, feeling your body become more and more worked up with months of pent up frustration, tension that you couldn't get out with your own hand between your thighs. it had to be his.

you didn't protest when he came back to your lips with a harsher, more desperate than before kiss, his tongue wiping against the pink, moisturized flesh of your bottom lip. he wouldn't go much further before he pulled away, a string of saliva being the only thing to connect you two now.

you felt a frown form on your face as you deciphered the growing, smug smirk on his face, whining as he pulled you away from the door whilst fixing the strap to your tank top, the one he had pushed aside to leave wet, lewd kisses down your neck and shoulder.

"come on now, lovie, can't have m'sister wonderin' where ya ran off to, can we?" he teased, his tone arrogant and nonchalant as he sent you on your way, not without a sharp slap to your ass. he chuckled to himself at the small yelp you let out before he shut his door.

he cursed under his breath as he stared at the blank surface, his sweatpants all too tight for his heavy cock that was now hard just from your sweet lips against his.

but it wasn't like he wasn't going to have you eventually, i mean he just left you hanging, soaking up your little panties at the mere thought of him touching you, the memory of his lips against your skin would having you crawling back in no time.

and maybe that time, you wouldn't have a time constraint on your moments together.

[curlyswurlywirly]

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Dealer!chris x bsf!reader

TW: talk of drug use, suggestive content, swearing, use of alcohol and more substance’s, also this series IS gonna have freaky talk so 😛

A/N before write: the first episode is basically just how they met, so it’s going 2 years in the past you feel me?

[Chapter 1 episode 1]

By Audreyscave

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“ Come on babes, it’s not that hard just come with us to this one party!” You’re friend Tanya said, laughing.

There was this party tonight that everyone was raging on and on about, you didn’t really go to parties, instead found comfort in just smoking weed at home watching Simpsons or some silly shows.

“Nya, I don’t know.. I mean I always end up alone..”

You say, hesitant about the whole thing. It’s not that you don’t like parties. you love it, the dancing, the peace, you just always end up alone sitting on a couch with some guy trying to get you to come with him to ‘chat’ in the fucking bathroom.

Tanya sighed, taking you’re hand as a sign of assuring you.

“trust me on this one, there’s gonna be this one fucking dealer there that got all the good shit promise, maybe you’ll even get lucky tonight?”

Tanya winked at you.

You sighed rolling you’re eyes. “Yeah I’ll come for gods sake, but I’m not gonna ‘get lucky’ tonight you know I’ve never found anyone that I feel safe with, and I’m especially not gonna loose my virginity drunk.”

Tanya gives you a pay on the shoulder. “Yeah okay whatever just get fucking ready.” She said grinning.

You walked into youre bedroom sighing going to your closet, you quickly scan you’re closet before finding a tight black tube dress, some earrings and a purse.

After you fully finished getting ready, straightening youre hair, doing youre makeup, perfume and such. She and her friends went to the party, one of her friends boyfriend driving them.

You took a deep breath as you saw the open doors, just from seeing a bit inside you knew it was sweaty in there, they get out of the car. They had to stand there for about five minutes.

“You’re fucking with me right, Tanya hurry youre ass up and stop with the pms with your boyfriend just say goodbye.” You let out of your mouth bluntly.

“Yeah, yeah..” Tanya rolled her eyes at you as she finally said bye to her boyfriend, mark.

As you and your friends walk in the sweaty house you see a bunch of people drinking, smoking, and sniffing coke. You sigh “well I need to get something to loosen up, point me to that dealer that’s got the good shit?” You said to youre friend Tanya.

“Oh he’s somewhere in the corner.” Youre friend said walking away, fuck, this always happens..

You walked around for a good whole 20 minutes before spotting a guy talking to some girl that was probably drunk out of her mind, you sighed in relief walking up to him, as you got closer his gaze immediately turned to you, as his friends gaze followed his.

“What can I do f’you.” He let out, slightly leaning into his friends ear, it was muffled by the sound but you think you heard ‘watch this.’

“Uhh, can I just get some weed please?” You said taking you’re wallet out your purse quickly.

“Yeah f’sure, y’got money for that? Cause I don’t always need sm’cash you feel me?” He said smirking as his friends laughed.

“Fucking hell, i just need the weed alright? I got money.” You said, kind of loosing youre patience, you needed to loosen up, ASAP.

“Fine fine, don’t put ya panties in some twisties, I got you.” He said shaking his head slowly opening his duffel bag of who knows how much drugs and money, slowly handing you a blunt.

“Y’want me to light that shit f’you?” He asked, taking you’re slight nod as a yes, pulling out a lighter as you put the blunt between you’re plump lips, he lights the end.

“Alright how much will it be?” You said inhaling the blunt and exhaling it.

“That’ll be..” he said counting in his mind.

“Original price was like 20 buckos, but since I did made that little comment it’s gonna b’fifteen.” He said giving a lazy smile nodding at you.

“Oh, but—“ you said before he interrupts you.

“Dont worry about it aight? m’sorry.” He said, almost as he really meant it.

“Thank you.” You let out smiling softly, handing him 15 bucks.

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A/N: this is my first fic.. idk how I did please if you have tips go ahead an dm me, and if you have any ideas I’m on my knees. I don’t know how to feel about this one but as I said it’s my 1st 1 so don’t be to harsh, hope you enjoyed!

Learn more about me !

Me introducing this series!

[the-eclipse-is-in-me]

OMG

Did I already make a post about passing 20,000 words on IDOV

Cause if I haven't, here it is

I'm so happy, I've been working on this for months and here we are, with still so much story to tell!!!!

Also, I finally made the playlist!!!!

It's actually really nice to listen to, even if I made a few changes (Conan Gray is taking over me.)

Ok, now here are the celebratory chapters for Tumblr 10, 11 and 12

Chapter 10: Treehouse (Cresent’s POV)

Summary:

Cresent gets to talk to Quinn.

Notes:

TWO CHAPTERS, WOAH!!!!!!!!!! They're friends again, WOAH!!!!!!!!! Gracie Abrams inspired 2 chapters, WOAH!!!!!!!!!! Songs for this Chapter are Treehouse and I Love You, I'm Sorry

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

I waited for Quinn to get here, playing with my headband in my hands. Ya, so I sent Will to ask them to meet with me, I couldn’t go myself, couldn’t risk crying in front of the rest of camp. “Ok Cres, you have committed to this, there’s no backing out now.”

I was still playing around with my headband when Quinn arrived. I didn’t notice at first, but then I looked up. There stood my best friend, one of the best things to ever happen to me. Another thing I gave up without thinking. The tears came back, and I ran to hug them.

I was so sorry for everything that happened but I couldn’t put it into words, not anymore. I was just glad to see my friend after so freaking long. Quinn hugged me back and I sobbed. I missed them so much and I didn’t even realize it. We just stood there for a while, and then Quinn pulled away. I just hung my head.

“Cresent, I am so sorry for what happened, I missed you so much.” More tears came down, and Quinn started crying too.

“Quinn, it wasn’t your fault, I was going through stuff, and instead of talking to you or anyone, I blocked you out. I just didn’t want to be left behind again. I didn’t want someone else to just willingly give up on me, so I gave up on everyone else first. I am sorry, it was all my fault.” I was just rambling at this point, but I didn’t care. I was too busy feeling stuff.

“Cres, it wasn’t your fault, you were feeling left out, and I was too busy to notice.”

“It’s just you were always hanging with cabin 9, or surrounded by a bunch of stupid girls…”

“Wait, Cres, were you jealous.” “What in Tartarus made her think that?”

“No, I just missed my best friend, a lot.” “Ok, I was a little jealous too, but she doesn’t have to know that.” I wiped my eyes

“Ok, fine. But even if you did, there would be no reason to.”

“And why’s that.” Quinn looked nervous now.

“Uh, never mind that you hungry? We can talk more with lunch.” Ok, whatever made Quinn nervous can wait, reuniting with your bestie makes you hungry.

“Yup, I’m starving.” Quinn held out her hand and this time I accepted. I wasn’t going to let my fatal flaw get in the way of this.

We went to the dining pavilion and got lunch, it was late afternoon, but we didn’t mind. We just started to catch up. Apparently, Quinn has been at camp for 6 months and didn’t bother to find me. I decided not to point this out, as we had just made up, but it still hurt a bit. Quinn seemed more confident and comfortable in herself than she did a year ago, and I was happy to see that. I was happy we were friends again.

After lunch, we went to spare a bit, since I still needed that training. Quinn got really good at it, but I was always better at archery, which is what we did after. We spent the whole day together, just the two of us, like old times. But this was different, something definitely changed, I just can’t figure out what it was.

We walked to dinner together, sat in our old spots and chatted. We sat together at the campfire, singing dumb songs with the Apollo cabin leading everyone. We made s’mores. Everything was the same, but it wasn’t and I didn’t know if I was ok with it.

We just talked about everything and nothing as we walked back to our cabins. Then we reached the Nike cabin, I said bye, and Quinn gave me one last hug before going inside. I started to walk back to my cabin. My thoughts spiralled “What's different now?” “It’s not Quinn’s gender, there have always been hints of that.” “Is it me that’s changed?” “When did Quinn figure out their gender?”

I finally reached my cabin and flopped onto my bed. I pulled out my art book and started doodling. I didn’t feel inspired but I wanted to draw something. In the end, I may or may not have drawn Quinn. Don’t tell anyone. I was just adding the finishing touches when Nico came in.

“Hey, Moon. What are you drawing?” Nico walked over to see but I instantly hid my book.

“Uh, nothing just a sketch”

“It looked really good from here.”

“Yeah, maybe I’ll show you when I’m done, but not now.”

“Ok, lights out in 15, ok?”

“Got it.”

I finished my drawing and went to bed, I had another amazing day with my BFF to look forward to.

Notes:

I wonder what is so different now that Cresent is so uncomfortable. No seriously, what is it, someone tell me. Hopefully, I figure it out over the weekend.

Chapter 11: Yours (Quinn’s POV)

Summary:

Quinn did something, again, but what does that mean

Notes:

I started writing this last night, and now it's finished, the break is over, yay. Songs are Yours and World's Smallest Violin, don't ask how I got inspo from there

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

It’s been a few weeks, I’ve been hanging with Cres again. I was happy, and having fun with one of my favourite people in the whole world. But there was also this nagging feeling in the back of my head, something telling me that history will repeat itself, cause it always does. I’m not sure if Cres also feels it, but it’s been very off-putting for me.

I think she might have, cause even for 1 year apart, it’s been very awkward, and she is more introverted than before. We talk about stuff but haven’t gone into what happened properly. I want to tell her why I was spending less time with her, why I didn’t want her to know about the quest for a bit. I tried to tell her that I liked her, as more than a friend, more than a best friend even, but how could I even do that, it’s not like she could like me back, and it would make things even more awkward, right? Maybe I should just try to forget about it all together.

Anyways, I was walking to the dining pavilion,(by myself cause Cres chose to do some more training with her new bow, see introverted). And as I am, this girl from the Apollo cabin comes up to me. Well, I think she is from the Apollo cabin, but I’m not sure, I mostly just went by her bow and seemingly sunny glow. I was not really in the mood to talk to any cause I was hungry, and the only person who could tolerate hungry me wasn’t there.

“Hey, you Quinn, right.” She says to me.

“Um… yeah, do you need something.”

“Well”, she starts fidgeting a bit, “I just wanted to, um… omg, this is so embarrassing, I’ll just say it. I wanted to ask you out, for lunch or something maybe. I just think you’re really cute and also really good at sparring.” She started to ramble a bit after that, but I kind of lost focus. She seemed nice, and she did risk rejection to ask me, which is more than I’ve ever done. I thought “Hey, it’s not like my first option would ever choose me, so why not.”

“Sure,” I said, interrupting her still-continuing rant. She looked at me wide-eyed, and then she kissed my cheek.

“Ok, um… see you at lunch tomorrow” And she walked off with a grin on her face.

I looked back from where I had started walking and saw Cresent standing there, her face full of disbelief. She started walking, but not towards me, instead towards the cabins. I had no idea what to do, “Did she see anything?” “How long was she there?” “Should I follow her and make sure she is ok.”

Because I’m an absolute idiot who knows nothing about feelings, I went to my cabin, completely forgetting about lunch, and tried to figure out what to do. The last time something like this happened, she didn’t even acknowledge me for 1 year, and I was really sad during that.

I was still pacing when my sisters came in. “

“Quinn, what are you doing” Laurel speaks up, since I didn’t notice the door open and shut.

“Debating if I just ruined the best friendship I have ever had, for the second time.”

“What did you do this time?” Holly asks next.

“Well, other than saying yes when some girl asked me out “

“What, why, what cabin were they in, what was her name”

“I’m pretty sure they're from the Apollo cabin, and I never got her name.” “Great job Quinn. Someone puts in the effort to ask you out and you don’t even ask their name.”

“What were you thinking, how could you just accept a date with another girl you don’t even know the name of, in front of your best friend.”

“I didn’t know there was an issue with that.”

“What happened to liking Cresent?” Laurel asks me.

“It’s not like she’ll ever like me like that, it’s already a bit awkward, and I can’t risk it being worse.”

“And so you do that?”

“Hey, when did you become such a master at relationships?”

“We’re not talking about that right now, why are you here and not checking in on her?”

“Because I’ll just make it worse.”

“And how did that work out last time? Quinn, just try talking to her, it could help.” Then they both left to let me think.

I thought on this, then thought some more, and some more. 2 hours passed, and I was still thinking. “Maybe talking can help.” “But why would she talk to me again?” “I hurt her, again” I just didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t lose her again.

I finally decided “Hey, worst case scenario, she never wants to see me again, I’ll be ok.”

Notes:

My sweet, sweet child. Quinn, in the words of Holly Victor, what were you thinking? What was Cres doing while this was happening?

Chapter 12: The Exit (Cresent's POV)

Summary:

Realisations hits Cresent smack in the face, but what will she do with it.

Notes:

I haven't updated in like 2 weeks, well here is Cres's reaction, and other stuff. Songs: The Exit and Devil doesn’t Bargain

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

I was done with my extra training, and Quinn had already gone for lunch. I told him I was just going through another round, but I really just wanted to think, and shooting a few arrows always helped.

It’s been about a month since Quinn and I became friends again, and I was happy, but it also felt off, like he was keeping something from me. I know that we just patched things up, and maybe not that well, but I didn’t think that he wouldn’t trust me this much, I thought that we got past that. It’s what started the problem in the first place.

I walked away from the archery range, but then I saw Quinn’s figure standing in front of someone. From where I was standing it looked like a girl. I decided to just spy a little bit from where I was standing. The girl made and excited expression, but I couldn’t see Quinn’s reaction. She reached up and kissed him on the cheek, and a part of me (a huge part of me, mind you) was hurt, cause Quinn didn’t do anything about it. He just looked behind him and saw me.

I felt tears start to take their place in my eyes. I wasn’t sure why, but that single movement made me feel so, betrayed, I guess. I just walked to my cabin, and once again, Quinn didn’t do anything about it. That just hurt me more.

When I got to my cabin, it was thankful, but sadly, empty. Hazel had come to visit, but she was probably hanging out with Frank or one of her other friends. Nico was, as usual, with Will, “Typical, spend all your time with Will, while your sister’s over here, crying and panicking because she just realized that she has feelings for her best-friend, who also just so happens to have someone else.”

Wait, what was that? I CAN’T have feelings for Quinn, at least not those feelings. I’m sad because he’s hanging out with other girls instead of me. “That’s exactly what a jealous girlfriend would say.” No, there are no jealous girlfriends here. Just me. “Exactly, who else would I be talking about?” Ugh, this isn’t helping.

I was still debating with my thoughts when someone knocked on the door, and low and behold, it wasn’t Quinn. It was Hazel.

“Hazel, why did you knock, it is your cabin too, you can just come in.” I say as she comes through the door.

“I had to make sure I wasn’t intruding anything when I came in, you seemed to be in distress.” “How in Tartarus are my siblings so good at reading me?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about, I’m fine.” As you can see, I’m trying my hand at lying to get out of things. I wasn’t in the mood to share what was happening in my social life with another one of my siblings. I walk over to my bed.

“Are you sure, Cresent?”

“Ok, fine, I’m not.” I couldn’t lie to her, like come on its Hazel “Its Quinn.”

“What about them?”

“I found him with… someone, and something happened, and it just disturbed me so much.”

“What exactly happened?”

“Well, I was sort of spying-” Hazel interrupted me

“Cresent, you can’t be spying on your friends.”

“Hazel, please let me finish.”

“Fine, but we’ll discuss that later.”

“Ok, so I was just coming from training when I noticed Quinn talking to this girl. I couldn’t see his face but she looked happy, excited even. I watched them talk a little, then-” I stopped. It was still too fresh, even if it was small. It hurt.

“Then?”

“Then she kissed Quinn. It was just on the cheek, but I just can’t help and think there was something else.” I curled up were I sat, “I mean, I haven’t talked to Quinn in 2 years, then we just became friends again like, a month ago. I don’t know what he was doing during it, maybe he found someone and isn’t telling me. It’s not like he owes it to me.”

“Maybe you should clear it up, remove fact from fiction, and find the truth in this whole thing.”

“But it’s just… weird… awkward, I don’t know.

“I guess liking him isn’t helping, is it?”

“What do you mean ‘liking him’, he’s my friend of course I like him.”

“I mean as more than a friend.” “I’m I that obvious.”

“I can’t like Quinn, at least not l not like that, and definitely not if he is dating someone else.”

“But how can you be so sure, you haven’t even talked to him about it.”

“You know what, I’m going to take a walk, I need to think about this.” I got up and walked to the door, and Hazel just watched as I did, respecting my need for space. I walk straight for my spot in the woods.

I reached a grassy spot, and laid down on the flowers. Thinking about what I saw, this time without the stupid crush talk, because it’s not there. “How can everyone else have something like that?” “Can I have something like that?” “Do I want something like that… with Quinn?” “Where did these feelings even come from, or when?” There were so many questions to ask.

“What was that?” I heard a random sound coming from the trees that surrounded me. I got up, pulled out my headband and turned it to a staff. “Come out, I dare you.”

“Cres, it’s just me.” Quinn came out of the shadows. I broke my stance, but I still didn’t feel like talking right now, especially not to Quinn. I would like to first sort out my thoughts before I talk to them.

“Who was the girl?” I may have asked this in a bit of a harsh tone, but Quinn didn’t seem to notice, instead proceeding to become a blushing mess.

“Would you believe me if I said I don’t know?” “Ok, what? Is this an opportunity? Shut up other thoughts, stay on track”

“So why did she kiss you? Why did you let her kiss you?”

“Well I was caught off guard, she just… kissed me, out of nowhere.”

“Okay, then, why are you here.”

“I saw you before you left, and you didn’t seem ok.”

“Oh, thanks for noticing,” I said sarcastically.

“But seriously, what’s wrong? It wasn’t the kiss was it.”

“Nothing that you could fix.” “Because you're part of the problem.” I laid back down in the grass.

“Well, I would still like to know if it bothered you. I’m your friend, I would like to know these things. Especially if it was something to do with me.” “But this is something you can’t know.” Quinn came and laid down next to me.

“I don’t feel like talking about it right now.” Quinn looked at me worriedly but didn’t push. We fell into a comfortable silence until Quinn spoke again.

“Cres?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever liked someone, as more than a friend?”

“I don’t know, and you?”

“Yes, currently actually.” Quinn gave me a look and it made my stomach spin.

“Anyone I know.”

“Yeah, you’re very close to them.” Quinn doesn’t have a crush on one of my siblings does he, cause I’m not close to anyone else.

“Can I have a name?” Quinn thought for a second, then looked at me, then just blushed and stayed silent. I tried to let it go, but I couldn't. And Quinn clearly wasn't planning on elaborating.

“We stayed there until sunset, which is a pretty long time to just be lying there. I got up, and Quinn followed, but no one spoke again. I was thinking of what Quinn said. “Who?” We had to go and get ready to capture the flag, so we each went to our cabins after saying bye, Quinn didn’t drop me off this time.

Notes:

Do I feel bad, yes but not for these reasons, I have no idea how I managed to write this, I barely have time to do anything anymore, and also I'm depressed and just realised like this morning, and broke down. Maybe writing and finishing this story will help, not that it will happen anytime soon.

I decided not to kill u all with with waiting for me to remember to put the next ones on here so I put these 3 enjoy!!!

💜👋🏾✨

[felikatze]

Rambling about IDW Amy because i love her

(i've currently only read to #56 so this post only covers up to there)

actually i'm still thinking abt amy. i really love how amy has this like, very quiet character arc in idw? she's introduced fighting alongside sonic and she has FUN and it's a blast and an escape for her and she sighs going back to the resistance. and it gets even WORSE when knuckles ditches to go back to angel island and amy is just The Leader Now.

what makes it great is that amy is a pretty compassionate character to begin with. she wants to help people!! both because she admires sonic being a hero i think but also because she just likes doing it. but her help for others tends to be on the more personable level rather than grand saving the world business. like how often is amy just a core supporting character (this is not an insult) and helps prop people up to do the hero-ing instead. like big examples of her being personable and compassionate in games being the SA games with gamma and how she was the one who got shadow to turn around, or her supporting role for silver in 06.

and like, again, her help is on a personal level. and she wants to help everyone, she really does. because now, with the restoration, she is Responsible for everyone. she doesn't just want to make people happy, she has to. as again, contrasted by knuckles being the lone hero type - the status quo is restored, so he's done, bye, while amy tries to get the people back to actually happily living their lives and moving on from trauma and whatnot, instead of just removing The Big Threat.

and she's the only one of the core cast who's gonna do that. who's gonna see beyond the big hero shtick. but it is simply Too Much <3 it is too much. she's constantly tired and exhausted. it's ACTIVIST BURNOUT BABEYYYYY

in making herself responsible for Everyone, she stops being able to help people on the personal level she's used to. and she CONSTANTLY grumbles about her job, about how she hates large scale organizing and logistics and all this dumb shit that actually goes into running a huge organization.

notable here how when she's w the restoration, she Immediately perks up when Sonic & co. show up, and ya ya, her crush on Sonic, but also because like, again, back to her introduction! The hero stuff becomes going back to her roots, making a big tangible difference, getting out of the minutae - it's an escape. yknow, that's what sonic stands for, and all. freedom. being w sonic and the gang, even outside her persistent infatuation (which she even tamps down to get to business!), sonic is freedom, to her.

and it all comes to a head w the zombot arc, obviously, because if running a rebuilding squad was tough, running a zombie apocalypse shelter is worse, just constant setbacks and losses and stress and Everything Sucks So Bad For Everyone.

there's not really a great big moment of realization for amy to step down, it's just that Tangle goes, hey, i got this friend who likes bureocracy, and amy JUMPS at the opportunity.

and after that, amy starts joining main storylines more often (e.g. chao races!! hanging out w cream and rouge!) and she's having more fun and obviously way less Fucking Stressed all the time.

thinking abt the camping arc or whatever it's called (i will never remember names of arcs) where amy takes the girls on a roadtrip. belle is experiencing major daddy issues, tangle is dealing with a breakup (kinda), and jewel is unsure of herself, and amy forces all of them to take a break. she's paying it forward!

and you see her in that arc slot right on back into that supporting role she's so much more comfortable in, in how she supports and encourages jewel to develop the leadership abilities amy knows she has, and this does actually help jewel step up to bat and solve the crisis.

amy's learned that she can't be responsible for everyone, or she's just gonna run herself into the ground without helping anyone, and her solution for that is to limit her scope. she focuses on her friends, on the people in her immediate surroundings, the people she knows and connects with. what she's good at.

which is!! such a good direction to take her character!! man!! i know ppl r complaining abt amy's crush on sonic being toned down in recent games (generations remaster WHAT are you doing) and i think the idw comics did a FANTASTIC job expanding her character beyond her crush (while still keeping it, even), by extrapolating the emotional impact of how she fares from her role in forces!! (considering how weak forces' writing is, isn't that Fucking Incredible.)

anyways, this is probably my favorite take on Amy <3 go girl set limits to your compassion because bleeding hearts can only bleed out <3 also again like fun Recontextualization what the crush on sonic means for her like, symbolically. it's good.

[d34dlysinner]

Hello hi bye bye it me ya girl Sagal

Im not sure if request are open but

“Clears throat”

So what about a hc of playing hide and seek with the kings.They are the seeker and MC is the hider.

If they managed to find them they get a kiss The more times they find MC ,the deeper the kiss gets

Throw in Sitri and Leraye too if you mind.Sitri I think can find MC easily just by their heartbeat

RAAA THANKS SAGAL

Just because it's my friend Sagal that's asking this I'll make Beel's part extra juicy for you. You're also getting a little Lucifer drabble.

MINORS DNI

Satan like any other demon has good senses. So hiding is somewhat useless when it comes to demons, but that didn't mean you couldn't try. In fact, Satan loves it when you do this, because everytime he finds you he'll either deliberately scare you or make out with you.

This time he found you pretty quickly. "You're getting sloppy at hiding...", he said as he bent down to look you in your eyes.

"But since we're both in your hiding place I'll take this opportunity to do this...", he finished his sentence as he leaned in to give you a soft kiss. It was weird for him to be soft, but he agreed that he'd do this to see if you want more or not. Only when you reciprocate will he be more harsh.

Mammon wasn't the best at finding you. Mostly because his frame is too big to search in the nooks and crannies of certain places. So whenever you're hiding it's not only Mammon that searches, but a few of his nobles that will help him look in smaller places.

When he does find you, with or without help, he'll just drag you with him. He'll sit somewhere with you on his lap as he starts kissing you.

He doesn't care of others are watching. In fact they're allowed to see how greedy he was with you.

Leviathan searching for you is like asking to be hunted. He does worry about you and will send out as many demons he can to find you. So don't be surprised when the entirety of Hades is rampaging through the country to search you.

When he does find you, he'll scold you for being childish. "I see what vile thoughts you had, but did you really think this was a good idea? Knowing that you are hunted by angels."

Try and shut him up with a kiss, you probably won't succeed. Maybe he'll feel bad at some point and give you a peck.

Beelzebub was definitely one who could find you easily. He has this superhuman sense of smell. He could even smell you from miles away.

He would sit near or even in the room you're hiding in just to taunt you. He'll either rest on a chair and play on his phone or he'll just wander around and everytime stop near your hiding spot.

When he becomes too bored he'll just move whatever door, curtain or any other object between you both.

"Instead of hiding let's have some actual fun.", he says as he looks down at you. You knew exactly what he meant when you felt him pull you in and kiss you roughly. His hands travelled all over your chest as he gave light squeezes.

He pulled away to allow you to breathe as his beautiful turquoise eyes, with the roman number '6' engraved in them, looked deeply into yours. You were panting from the kiss and still felt his hands on you.

"See? Isn't this way more fun."

Instead of the kisses being deeper... he'll be more lewd everytime he finds you.

Leraye had some trouble finding you. He liked loud places and you being silent didn't make him feel calm. He ran through places and asked some others if they've seen you. At a certain point you would snicker and somewhat give away your location.

He wants to hear you and you being silent didn't make it fun for him. Maybe next time you should play Marco Polo...

He did give you some kisses when he had you in his arms again.

Hiding from Sitri is like hiding on a small open and dry field. You were found in seconds.

"Solomon... I'll always be able to find you as long as your heart beats...", he said as he knelt down to look at you. The hiding part may end quickly, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't take advantage of the hiding spot.

"May I kiss you Solomon...", he says as he starts to lean in.

He joins you in your hiding spot and started a full blown make out that was hard to escape from.

Lucifer would often find you to scare you. He would use any tactic to make you cry after all... So if he could make you cry out of fear when you're hiding he's happy. He'll eventually kiss your tears away and kiss your lips to try and calm you down.

"Your tears are delicious..." he'd say as he wipes them away.

[enby-wrights]

an old billy&stu unfinished piece, sharing for shits and giggles

“Hey.” said Billy, sharply.

Stu made a little noise and peeked half his face out from under his arms.

“Why d’ya- why’re you always, like, all over me, when we’re killin’?”

He made a stupid little expression, scrunching up his lips and staring up at the wall. He shrugged, and made another vague, noncommittal noise. 

“Y’don’t know?” Billy asked, incredulously. “You’re not- you’re- whatever.” He sighed and settled back down against the mattress. 

Stu stuck his head out and chuckled. “What, d’ya think I’m fuckin’ gay?”

Billy huffed awkwardly. That’s exactly what he'd meant. “Well, are you?” he asked, a tad too shaky to pass as the insincere joke he’d hoped it would be.

Stu shrugged.

What the fuck.

Billy was shocked. “Whaddya mean, you don’t know?! You fuck all kinds’a girls, you should know whether you’re a fuckin’ queer!”

Stu laughed again. He stuck his jaw out and did a voice. “Well, that’s not comparable.”

“-Not comparable?”

“You know I don’t give a shit about any of ‘em! I mean, they’re fun to be around, but they’re not, like- well, they’re not-”

“Me?”

“You.” It was hard to hear him through the sleeves of his jacket. Something, something, “different,” Billy had heard.

“Well. I mean- do ya think I’m fun to be around? Like they are?” Billy asked. 

Stu gave him a stupid, wide-eyed grin and elbowed him hard in the side. “Are you askin’ to be my girlfriend, William?”

“No!! I’m askin’ if you-” 

“-Cause there’s an excruciating application process you gotta go through if you want m-”

“No, Stu, you just-! I dunno, like- you don’t wanna, wanna fuck me, or anything, right?” 

“...Hadn’t thought about it.”

“The fuck? Sex is all you think about.”

“Yeah, nice! Ya got me there! Pound it!” Stu held out his fist at Billy.

Billy wasn’t the type to get distracted. “But I’m different?”

Stu rolled over and threw his hands above him. “God, yeah, you fuckin’ buzzkill.”

Once Stu’s melodramatic sigh had run out, the room was quiet. Billy immediately realized that the Marcy Playground cassette that had been playing in the background had to have ended at least five minutes ago. The quiet was obnoxious, Billy decided.

He lifted himself up and off the dirty twin-size mattress to go switch out the tape in the deck. There were few things in life he loved more than his cassette deck– it was a pretty old thing, beige and brown with big, chunky buttons and dials. It was nothing like the sleek, shiny ones he would see at the electronics store down the road, but it was his, and he had kept it pristine despite twelve years of using it constantly. He rewound the tape, ejected it from the deck, and precisely slipped it back into it’s little plastic case, before putting it in its place among the 53 other tapes in the slowly disintegrating cardboard box his collection called home. He ran his finger along the cases for a few moments before pulling the latest Soundgarden album and holding it up to Stu for his approval. Stu, of course, was not paying attention, so Billy chose to forget about it, and instead put the tape in and hit play.

“Well, do you wanna…” he started, walking back over to the bed but not quite knowing where the sentence was going, “I dunno, like- nah, d- whatever.” He stood, all hunched and awkward, right next to where Stu was lying.

“Christ, Billy,” Stu laughed, “you gotta stop doing that!”

“Doin’ what?” “You keep makin’ these wild implications and then acting like they go away when you say ‘nevermind’, you know it doesn’t work like that!”

Perfect. Now that Billy was sure that he and Stu were on the same page, he could slip back into the confidence he was used to. He leaned over Stu and placed one hand next to his head.

“What implications do you think I’m makin’, Stu?” 

Stu cackled and reached up to grab Billy’s shirt collar with one hand. “Don’t get all sexy at me, dude.”

that's all bye

[timekiller024]

Day 7

Well, I did it. I made it to a week of drawing Siffrin every day, or at least working on drawing Siffrin every day. And it only took me until today to remember that, I can just open my reference image in Aseprite and trace the image, which is what I did today. I also expanded the canvas size, since the last completed drawing looked a little smushed. Speaking of my previous drawings...

Man, I've really come a long way, haven't I? Day 1 Siffrin's hat looks like I put a can underneath it. He looks like he's about to show me the Dimmsdale Dimmadome, owned by Doug Dimmadome. There's something that feels wrong about saying that phrase backwards, but whatever.

My newest finished drawing though, it looks great. It's still really jank, but now you almost can't see the jankiness. Their hat actually goes into a point instead of just going off screen, their hair actually looks like hair instead of just melted globs, and he also has a body now, which is pretty nice.

But, that's enough reminiscing for today. I'll probably do this again when I've reached a month of making these drawing, and we can really see if I've gotten better or not. Until then, I'll ya around. Bye.

[mystinkylefttoe26]

Horror Movie-Neil Lewis

cw : ! perv!neil, kinda dumb-reader, non-con/dub-con, stepbrother!neil, cheating ?, sitting on lap

summary: your mom was freshly married and going on honeymoon vacation leaving you alone with your weird stepbrother Neil

„bye kids have fun !” your mom shouts happily while leaving with your stepdad. 

your moms out the house and your left alone with your weird geek of a stepbrother

neil lewis

„great” you sigh as you turn around. „so you got any plans for today ?” neil asks you, „no what about you ?” 

„neither, but i have an idea waht we can do lets watch a horror movie.“ 

„uh yeah sure“ you respond kinda unsure. 

„you sure your not gonna be scared kid ?“ Neil asks raising a brow at you.

„no pff i’ll be fine“, „ok, you know what lets make a bet.“ Neil says „a bet ?“ 

„yeah, i bet your not gonna be able to handle it“. „oh ok, i bet your gonna be more scared than me” 

„ok and if you or me wins we get to decide our reward.” you suggest already thinking about making him do your chores 

„hmm, so i get to decide whatever kind of reward i want ?” Neil asks. „yeah”

Neil grinned already imagining his options — if he won, he could make you aka his cute step sister  do basically anything he wanted.

you hopped on the sofa while neil inserted the dvd.

A couple minutes in and your already regretting it, the horror movie was wayy scarier than you imagined and also way bloodier.

Neil smirked sensing your discomfort. 

15 minutes later and you couldn’t handle it anymore, at a particularly scary jumpscare you jumped on Neil burying your face in his chest. 

„ey, you ok doll ?” „mhmm, just scared” you whispered having completely forgotten about the bet now.

„it’s okay,just stay close to me i’ll protect ya” Neil said while wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pressing you even closer against him. 

truthfully neil liked this he liked feeling like he was protecting you…almost like he was your boyfriend.

„your cute when your all scared like this” neil teased you. „shut up” you mumble.

"Were you that scared you needed to press your face in my chest ?" he continued teasing. 

you simply nod shyly.

"Aww, did the scary movie get you all scared?" Neil teased, his tone dripping with mock sympathy as he spoke.

He was starting to enjoy this... a lot. The idea of his stepsister being so scared that she needed to cling to him felt... intoxicating.

"You know," he added, his tone now even more teasing. "You'd look even cuter if you pressed your face into my chest again during the next jump scare, you know that?"

and almost like he predicted, the next jump-scare had you hiding away again and pressing yourself against him again.

neil smirked as you pressed your face into his chest again. Yes... that was a cute reaction.

Neil was really starting to feel powerful here.

He had you right where he wanted you — scared, nervous, and clinging to him for comfort.

He couldn't help but think about how he could use this situation to his advantage.

"Oh my, so scared," he teased.

"You gotta get all close to me like that? Poor, scared stepsister..."

Neil smiled playfully, looking down at you.

"So scared, you gotta hide yourself from the big, scary movie?" he asked, still trying to make his voice sound playful. 

„n-neil stop making fun of me” you pout while looking at him with big eyes.

"What? I'm not making fun of you," Neil said playfully.

He was tempted to lean in closer, but Instead, he just kept talking.

"It's adorable, really," he added, his tone still playful.

"You see a scary movie and immediately have to hide behind your stepbrother," he added.

"It's pretty cute."

"You're like a little kid," Neil continued teasingly.

"Aww, you're so innocent and scared. Don't worry, I'm here."

He smirked to himself. The idea that you were clinging to him for protection was a turning him on.

"I'll keep protecting you and making sure you're safe, okay? You don't need to freak out anymore."

„o-ok”

„you know what how about you stay close to me for the rest of the movje hm ?” neil suggested, while rubbing your arm up and down.

„ok that makes sense” you reply with a shaky voice. 

„mhmm be a good girl for me” 

The film was coming to its climax, the most intense part, and you were looking pretty miserable. your whole body was shaking now.

One particularly gruesome, bloody scene came up, and you started trembling even more.

"Still doing alright?" Neil asked casually, leaning in even closer to you. He couldn't help but savor this moment a little bit.

„You're handling this movie really well, considering how scared you were at the beginning," he added, grinning playfully.

„you're doing so good," Neil said playfully, his tone dripping with condescending mock sympathy.

He was enjoying watching you struggle.

"You're so brave for handling all this violence and gore!" he teased mockingly.

Neil could tell you were almost at your limit you were starting to shake even harder so close to just throwing your whole face directly into his chest — which, of course, was his plan all along.

you wanted to do it. you wanted to bury your face in his chest, to feel protected.

you were this close to snapping, and Neil was gonna keep this up for as long as humanly possible.

"Oh, you're so fearless!" he mocked.

you kept pressing youd body against his, getting closer and closer to him,desperate for comfort.

Neil started to wonder if you were consciously aware of what you were doing. Or if it was just an automatic response out of fear.

The ending of the movie was approaching quickly now. The last few minutes of the movie consisted of a pretty intense and bloody shootout.

you were clinging tightly to him you breathing getting quicker and shorter now.

Neils hands had moved down to your hips, just to make sure you stayed in place. He didn't want to give you an opportunity to move away from him in the last minutes. 

„neil ?” you asked, truthfully feeling scared and uncomfortable now.

"Hmm?"

Neil was caught off guard by your voice.

He kept his demeanor casual, though. He didn't want to let you know how intense he felt in this situation.

"You okay?" he finally asked.

„no…uhm…can i call my boyfriend over ?”

Neil felt his mood change in an instant when he heard that.

"Your... boyfriend?"

He'd expected you to come up with an excuse to leave, but he hadn't predicted that one.

„yeah…”

"No. You can't."

Neil's voice shifted from playful to serious, and his expression was cold now.

"You're not doing that right now," he added.

„oh uhm…ok” 

„You're staying here with me. Got it?" he asked sternly.

"This whole thing was your idea before, remember? You suggested watching a scary movie with me."

Neil was starting to sound more condescending now as he continued his stern tone.

"So you're stuck here. With me. You don't get to go anywhere."

„o-ok” 

Neil paused for a moment, thinking about what to say next.

He could still feel the heat of your body pressed up against him.

He didn't want to let that go just yet.

"Good girl," he teased, his tone dripping with amusement.

"This is just how I thought it'd go down, anyways. You're scared, you need someone to comfort you. That someone isn't your 'boyfriend.' It's me."

„-your stepbrother” 

"And I have to protect you from all the scary things in this movie. Even if... even if that means I have to hold you close to me," he added.

you nodded silently.

"Good girl. That's right. You're my good little stepsister, and you need your stepbrother to keep you safe."

Neil smiled to himself as he spoke. This situation was turning out pretty perfect for him.

you were so scared you were pressing right up against him.

"Now stay right next to me," he continued.

He kept a tight hold of you hips.

"I'm gonna have to keep holding you, just in case something scary happens and you start freaking out again," he added.

Neil kept eyeing you the whole time. Every time he glanced down at you, he made sure to keep his grip on your hips even tighter.

He could tell you felt it, too...

you could feel him pressing into you, his hands gripping your hips firmly.

Neil could tell that you were starting to feel self-conscious now. Starting to realize what was going on, what he was doing.

He was enjoying it.

„n-neil” you whisper

"What?"

Neil turned to look at you, his tone still stern.

He held gripped your hips even tighter.

„i dont think this is appropriate” 

"Oh? Is that so?"

Neil turned his gaze completely onto you. He could tell you were getting uncomfortable now, which was exactly what he wanted.

He wanted you uncomfortable and powerless.

"Would you like me to let you go?" he asked, his tone becoming even more condescending.

„…yes” you try to move away but are quickly stopped

"Aww, are you trying to move away?"

Neil tightened his grip even further, pulling you back towards him.

"You're not going anywhere," he added.

Neil could tell you were starting to get frustrated now. clearly not liking the situation you were in.

But it just made the situation all the more fun for Neil. He liked knowing that he was making you uncomfortable.

"You're stuck here with me" he continued. "There's nothing you can do about it. I'm not letting you go."

"Just relax. Everything is fine," he added smugly

Neil couldn't help but grin — this was going so well for him.

you were stuck against him, and couldn't get away.

„uhm…neil..when is the movie going to..end ?” 

"Just a few more minutes. Don't worry, it'll be over very soon," he continued.

"Until then, though... you're staying right here with me. No moving away. No calling your boyfriend either. Understood?"

„ok..” you mutter quietly.

"Good girl. Now be a good stepsis and relax. Stop panicking so much. This movie isn't even that bad."

Neil swiftly lifted you on to his lap wanting you even..closer.

„you know you’re really cute when your scared” he added rubbing over your back ,soothingly’. 

"Oh, you're trembling like a little baby now? What's wrong? You're scared of movie violence, too? It's not even real — it's like you're 5 years old or something."

Neil's tone was slowly starting to get more condescending as he continues to harass you in this situation.

„neil i want to call my boyfriend dont wanna watch no more” you try to say sternly but end up with a shaky voice. 

"No. You're not calling your boyfriend."

Neil's tone was still patronizing and condescending.

He knew what he was doing was pretty messed up, but he didn't really care.

"You're staying here with me."

„you know i still get my reward since i technically won the bet.”

„i guess so…”

„what would you want as a…reward ?”

„hmm, what would i want…” he asked himself

„something physical perhaps” „yeah” he continued talking to himself…

„i want a kiss…” 

oh oh poor you little cute scared stepsister…

Banner from @chaefilm

[jacksdinonuggets]

Caregiver Lucifer

Wow another fic where charlie is overworking herself? sooo original...

thats basically the plot. Please request something so i stop doing the same plot so many times.

Things at the hotel were stressful as usual. Charlie was trying to come up with plans and evidence that sinners could be redeemed while Vaggie had to stop everyone from fighting or Angel from getting everyone uncomfortable. He really needed to know about boundaries.

However, Charlie didn’t feel like taking a break. If she would then she would be in a block and no longer come up with ideas. It was a common thing that happened to her.

As she was doing more paperwork and coming up with plans in her office area, her phone rang. She saw the caller was her dad and picked it up.

“Dad?” She answered tiredly. She really hoped he wasn’t calling to tell her about his new magical rubber ducks.

“Sweetie! How are ya? You doing good, I hope?” He asked in his usual upbeat attitude.

“Yeah, uh-huh,” She absent mindedly replied, not paying attention and instead focusing on her work.

Lucifer frowned from the other side of the phone. It didn’t seem like she was okay. Usually she pays at least a little attention to what he says. Something must be up, he concluded.

“What's the matter, Charlie?” He asked. Upon barely hearing it, the girl was caught off guard.

“Wh-what? Could you repeat that?” Charlie said, wondering if she heard that right or was just too tired.

“I said, what’s the matter? You seem upset,” 

“I-I’m not upset! I’m just,” She yawned, “working,”

“Yeah, but its sounds like you’ve been at it for a while. Something must have happened if you aren’t taking breaks,” He said, concerned.

“I’m fine, Dad. The hotel is just… stressing me out a bit but i’ll be okay,” she promised.

“What about doing that thing you told me about a while ago, age re-pression?”

As much as Charlie would love to just be little and have her dad take care of her, the hotel and her people needed her. Heaven’s genocide was coming up very soon and she needed to be prepared.

“It’s age regression, and No. I don’t have time to be a stupid baby, its a dumb coping mechanism anyways,” she told him, getting a bit annoyed. She didn’t mean to have an attitude towards him, she was just really anxious and unfortunately took it out on him. She also knew she shouldn’t have called it stupid. It wasn’t fair to her little self inside of her. She was just trying to push it away.

“Hey, Its not dumb! Vaggie told me it helps you a lot. And if it helps, its not dumb,” He said.

“Whatever, I’m busy and need to get back to work, I’ll talk to you later,”

“Well, bye, I love y-” Charlie hung up the phone before he could even finish saying goodbye. She knew it was kind of rude but she just couldn’t handle it right now, especially with the fact that he brought up her coping mechanism. Now that she was aware of it, she wanted to do it more than anything.

Back at Lucifer’s place, He knew something was up. Charlie never acted this disrespectful and gloomy or from what he’s heard. He wanted to go visit her in person to see how she was doing. Besides, he needed to get out of his rubber duck house and into his daughter's life. But before he left, he had an idea. Grabbing his sewing kit, some fabric and yellow fur, he began to work.

He showed up 30 minutes later to the Hazbin hotel with a medium sized gift box in his hand. He opened the door and saw Vaggie pacing.

“Hey, Vaggie, What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Charlies been stuck in her office for more than 3 hours now. I’m getting worried but she won’t come down or even talk to me,” She explained.

“I’ll try to talk to her, okay? Don’t worry too much, you’ll feel sick after a bit,” He told her before heading upstairs to her office room.

He knocked on the door but didn’t hear a response. Another knock and she answered.

“Go away, I’m busy,” a muffled voice from inside the room said.

“No, I’m worried about you, Apple pie,” He answered back.

“Dad?!” She immediately knew it was him due to the apple pet-name. She opened the door and saw her short, king of hell, dad, in front of her.

“What- what are you doing here?” She asked.

“I told you, I’m worried about you. You don’t usually give me an attitude and that concerns me,” He sat her down on one of the couches inside and sat next to her.

“Here, I made you something. I hope it helps this stressful situation,” he gave her the gift wrapped box. She held it in her lap before taking off the top. Inside was a soft, stuffed ducky. It looked very similar to her old baby stuffy. She used to go every where with that stuffed toy. She wouldn’t be able to sleep without it. But once she grew older, it disappeared. No one knew where it went but Lucifer seemed to have gotten in a fight with Lilith that night.

“Is- is this Quacky?” she asked, voice cracking a little. She was slipping very quickly.

“Not really, I tried to remake him since we lost the original. Is it okay?”

Charlie took Quacky out of the box and gave him a big hug. He was soft and warm, just like the original.

“Thank you…”she mumbled.

“You’re welcome, sweetie. I was hoping it’d help you regress,” He explained. He really wanted his daughter to know that she was safe with him and allowed to be herself around him.

“O-okay, I guess i can,” she finally agreed, knowing she wouldn’t be able to stay a big kid any longer. Lucifer was ecstatic. His daughter liked him now! She led him back to her room where she kept all of her stuff. She took out her pacifier and plopped it in, fully getting in the headspace. 

Once Lucifer poured apple juice into her sippy cup so she’d stay a little bit hydrated (water is better but he’s spoiling her), she handed him a red onesie

“Oh, do you need help?” he asked to which she nodded. He made quick work of changing her into the onesie. He couldn’t help but awe at how cute she was in it. The onesie with the pacifier was so adorable on her. She quite literally looked like a little toddler.

“Aww, who’s a wittle baby?” He picked her up from the armpits, making her giggle.

“Me!” she answered, laughing. His eyes teared up at the pure adorableness that was going on.

He put her back down again and she began to play with a few blocks. She was very confused but had fun learning the shapes and colors. She dug through her bag as she got bored again and found a big fidget toy. She sat down again and began playing with it. Her attention was fully on it, not getting bored of the squeaker button once. 

As Lucifer watched, he noticed how her hair was very messy now that it was down and really needed a combing. So he summoned a brush and sat behind, softly combing it through her hair as she played with the toy. She would giggle every time the bristles would tickle her scalp and flap her hands.

Once he was done, Charlie flopped onto the floor and began sticking her limbs in the air. Lucifer had no clue why she was doing this but it was so cute that he couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“Is not funny!” She sat up and spat out her pacifier and stuck her tongue out at him.

“I’m sorry, my little apple, I wasn’t laughing at you, though,” He ruffled her hair and handed the pacifier back. She looked at him with a glare but took the pacifier anyway.

As Lucifer cared and played with his child, he realized how much he missed out on during her childhood. He was always working and she mainly grew up with Lilith. It wasn’t fair for both of them. And now, he could finally spend some time with the baby he neglected.

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Hey! Can I request a fluff with Bill and a fem!reader, they're both famous and the story takes place in 2008, please ? (Abt the plot : it's their first date and they're a bit scared abt being caught etc...) Bye bye 💞

Bill Kaulitz 🎤

First date ❣️

Hii!! Tysm for requesting this hope you like it 🫶🏼 xx a bit short but i hope u enjoyy!!

Bill x fem!reader

Fluff!

You were currently looking in the mirror at your outfit, hoping it looked good enough to impress bill, you had met one night at a party where his band mates and him were at and you eventually started talking all night long.

You both had alot in common and got along great, which was why he had asked you out on a date hoping to get to know you better, and you accepted.

You sighed thinking it was good enough as you looked at the time, “shit..” you said grabbing a long brown coat, putting it on and heading to the car your assistant set up for you.

It wasnt anything nice which was perfect, seeing as you didnt want paparazzi ruining your date.

You got in the backseat as the driver closed the door for you, saying thank you and quickly got in himself, driving away to the restaurant.

Once you arrived you thanked the driver and went in, looking around seeing if youd spot bill anywhere.

Once you scanned the room you spotted him and walked over with a smile on your face. “Hello there stranger.” You said jokingly.

“Hi! You made it finally, you look so gorgeous!” He said, standing up and giving you a quick hug. You chuckled and hugged him back with a slight blush on your face, sitting down.

“Thanks you look really good too.” You said a bit shy, he chuckled and nodded saying thank you with a big smile on his face.

“Was your ride here okay?” he said looking around, you nodded. “Yes it was pretty good, i think we should be okay, how about yours?” You said resting your arms on the table also looking around.

“It was good! I sent my brother around so paparazzi could follow him instead so they couldnt crash our date but hey you can never be too careful right?” He said chuckling softly.

“No yeah, i get it i mean if someone notices you they almost immediately notify the press or something.” You said chuckling, “but lets try to not let them ruin this alright?” You told him, smiling hoping to get him to relax a bit.

He nodded as you two talked until you ordered your food and drinks, still continuing to talk even while you received your meals.

You chuckled, “thats sweet bill” You said as he nodded, laughing as well, “i was about 12 i just wanted to do something nice for my cousin, so you know i dressed as santa claus.” He said with a slight tint of pink on his cheeks.

You giggled, “its cute!” you said smiling. Once you finished eating, you had both went on and on talking about so many things, such as your career’s, how they both took off and most things alot of people didnt know. It was nice to talk to someone and you had already felt a connection with him.

You were a bit nervous as the thought of the paparazzi catching you guys together crossed your mind. Bill noticed this and placed his hand on yours, “hey dont worry, whatever happens happens, ya know it wont matter what anyone says. Its our business and no one elses.” He said with a reassuring smile.

You smiled back and thought how cute he sounded, “you’re right. Thanks bill that made me feel much better!” You said blushing a bit, no one that you have gone out with had said anything like that to you, they would usually just ignore you after and never talk to you again, some would brag and share things that werent true just for the fame.

“Wanna get out of here?” You said grinning, “i know a quiet place where the paparazzi or just anyone wouldnt be able to find us.”

He nodded, “sure, thatd be great!” You smiled and left a tip on the table as you both walked out of the restaurant, hand in hand.

You did look around a bit out of habit of not wanting to get caught, but you felt okay as you had just spent the most amazing evening with the most amazing boy you have ever met.

You both were okay that day, not getting caught thankfully but by your fourth date you had been caught, but you both were okay with it because you had hung out alot and became very close, eventually admitting eachothers feelings for the other.

Even if you had your worries, as did he you both made it work out and thats all that mattered.

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✧ Safe & sound

AJ Campos x fem!reader (established r/s) + Gabi Campos x Chantal (established, mentioned)

Warnings: fluff, maybe some cursing? mentions of sickness, implied vomiting

In which, reader is sick and AJ comes over after school to take care of her.

AJ sat in her last class of the day, watching the time on the clock impatiently as she completed the given worksheet on her desk. She was waiting for the bell to ring so she could go over to your place and see you. You were absent today on account of you being sick— which you did tell AJ about, and she was being worried about you as usual. Which was cute, and sweet of her but you were okay. Well- you would be. Just maybe not right now. Anyway, AJ makes it through the last class, finishing the assignment with a bit of time to spare. Once the bell rang, she turned the assignment in and she was off. Dumping the books she didn’t need into her locker, she hears Gabi call her name. “Oh. Hey, what’s up?”

“You said y/n was sick? You’re definitely going to see her, aren’t you? Do you want a ride to her place? I can drop you off.”

“Sure, if you don’t mind.” AJ zips up her bag and shut her locker, slinging the backpack strap over her shoulder.

“No problem, Chantal has a club thing so I don’t have any plans.” Gabi shrugs, walking beside her sister. AJ got into the front passenger seat of Gabi’s car, hearing that Gabi’s unlocked it.

“Are you planning on staying over?”

“I might. It’s Friday. Plus, Dad’s out of town and Mom’s working late.” AJ shrugs, a small sigh falls from her lips.

“Beats being home alone and not having a clue what to do.” Gabi laughs.

AJ chuckles, “I’m willing to bet that there’s a party you can go to tonight. You just gotta find one.”

“That’s true.”

It was a thirty minute drive to yours, but they were in comfortable silence, so the drive to your place felt pretty quick. “Okay, you two have fun. Tell y/n I said hi and I hope she feels better soon.”

“Thanks, Gabi. I’ll see you tomorrow. Or maybe tonight- it depends.”

“Alright.” Gabi chuckles, “Bye, AJ.”

She walks up to your house and up onto the porch then rang the doorbell. You heard it, but it takes you awhile to get off the couch and to the door to open it. “Who is it?” You asked.

“It’s me.” Your ears perked up at AJ’s voice. Quickly, you opened the door. “Hi.” She smiles the moment her gaze lands on you, causing you to mirror her smile. “Come in.” You said.

“Feeling any better?” She asked quietly, noting that the curtains were drawn.

“Not too bad. It’s just a cold, but I also have a migraine that led up to this so that’s the real kicker.” You laughed wryly, plopping down onto the couch once again. She follows suit.

“Are you home alone?”

“Of course. My Mom definitely wasn’t going to stay home to look after her 17-year old who only has a cold.” You grumbled jokingly. She snorted, “Good to hear ya joke.”

“Eh, kinda wish she cared a little more sometimes but that’s another thing for another day.” You slowly laid back down.

“Do you want to go lay down in your room instead? Wouldn’t that be more comfortable?” She asks, concerned.

“I’m way closer to the kitchen this way if I want water, or juice or whatever.” You disagreed, “Plus, I get the TV.”

“That’s a good point.” She runs a hand through your slightly tangled hair, “Want me to do your hair?” She knew you liked it when she does, and she loved trying out different hairstyles on you from time to time- though she never really admitted to it.

“Sounds nice.” You agreed and she got up to go find a hairbrush and a couple of hair ties. And so, while you asked her about her day, she got to tying your hair into two french braids.

————

“What’d you do today?”

“Uh, well- I read a little bit. Then the migraine nearly had me spew my breakfast everywhere- Mom wasn’t very thrilled about the close call.” You began, “Speaking of, I’m on day two of this episode. And I’m hoping it goes away tomorrow because this cold is giving me enough aches and pains as it is.”

“Pobrecita.” She sulks, cupping your cheek and caressing it with her thumb, “But it is the weekend so you don’t have to worry about classes and stuff.”

A slight smile tugs at the corner of your lips, “Yeah…oh, right- was there any homework today?”

“Just one worksheet for biology. Worry about that later.” She raised a brow, “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better, baby?”

“You being here and keeping me company is enough” You told her, “And you already did my hair for me.”

“You look cute.” She grins.

“I look like crap.” You nudged her playfully, sniffling because of your runny nose.

“You still look cute.” She disagrees, “I would totally kiss you, but then you’d have to deal with me having the cold next. And believe me, given how much Chantal is over at our house doing God-knows-what? Gabi will kill me for being sick.”

“But- oh. Okay.”

“Yeah.”

“I meeeean. It’s not like we’re any better.” You stifle a laugh.

“They don’t need to know that.” She laughs, a hand falling onto your thigh.

“Don’t tempt me.” You joked.

“Definitely not right now.” She looks at you, “Uh-uh. You’re sick.”

“That I am.”

“Did you eat anything for lunch?” AJ asks.

“Uh…I had a cup of soup and some crackers?”

“And…you think that’s enough? Are you still hungry? Did you drink any water?” She asks, a look of concern on her face.

“I have a tumbler I just filled up right there.” You pointed to it on the coffee table.

“Good.”

“I just- don’t have much of an appetite right now, especially with the migraine making me feel extra gross and on the edge about maybe needing to y’know-”

“I know, baby. I know.”

She guided you to lie down and your head ends up on her lap. You unintentionally groaned, having to shift your body around. AJ knew exactly what to do- she places her palm onto your stomach, the warmth bringing you some comfort. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologising?” She asks, her hand rubbing small circles on your abdomen under your shirt. “I’m more than happy to take care of you. All that matters right now is that you’re safe and sound.” Her eyes met yours briefly before focusing on the TV again. You do the same, diverting your attention from the ache in your stomach— and pretty much your whole body, to Fran shoving C.C. into a coat closet to hide from an investor for her boss’ play.

“This show is comedy gold.” AJ chuckles.

“Whatever happened to multi-cam shows anyway? They were so good.” You mumbled, admittedly coaxed to sleep by the comforting warmth of her hand.

“Oh, I know, right?” She says, looking down at you for a moment, “Are you comfortable?”

“Mhm, very.” You smiled.

She mirrors you smile, “Tell me if you need anything later.”

“Thanks for being here with me.”

“Of course, baby.”

Every time you were with AJ, you just knew you’d be safe and sound. You two had silly arguments sometimes, but always worked it out. She was your safe space, your person. Just like you were hers.

“I love you.” You said.

“Aw, I love you too.”

[punkette1026]

Baby Moon Part 3-Surprises and Arrivals

Summary:

As your baby moon comes to a close, a surprise from Joel creates huge misunderstanding threatens your entire happiness. Later on Joel finds that Ben isn't dealing well with the new baby.

Here is the finale of Baby Moon. I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think and if you have any suggestions for other Joel fics. Thank!

Warnings: Pregnancy

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Baby Moon Series

It had been a glorious baby moon so far for you and Joel. The days were filled with sightseeing, dining at the most amazing restaurants, and all the loving that you could want. Every morning or night you went to be completely satisfied in the arms of your amazing husband. His brown puppy dog eyes would stare down at you as he caressed your growing belly. You loved every minute of it.

However, this morning was completely different. Instead of his warm arms surrounding you, you were met with cold sheets and no sign of your husband anywhere. A chill came over your naked body as you got out of bed and put on a robe before going off in search of your missing husband. As you slowly crept into the living room, you could hear him talking to someone outside on the patio.

“Hey, it’s me…ya, this place is incredible. I’m so glad ya talked me into comin here. I owe ya one, that’s for sure…So how are things at home? Ya missing me yet…Well I miss ya too and I will be back before ya know it. Maybe we can get a bite to eat or something.”

Who the hell was he talking to?

“She’s still inside asleep…No, no I promise she doesn’t suspect a thing. I jus wish I would have done this a while ago…That’s what worries me. I don’t know how she will react ‘specially with the baby…Ya, ya, I’m sure you’re right. Everything will be fine. I’ll let ya know how it goes…not like she can kick me out of the hotel room right…okay, okay, ya sounds good…Miss ya too, but I’ll talk to ya later…okay bye.”

As soon as he hung up, you quickly went back to the bedroom with so many thoughts going through your mind. Who was on the other line? What weren’t you suspecting? Why would you react to the point where he would be sleeping on the couch? You didn’t know if it was pregnancy hormones or what, but something didn’t sit right in your stomach.

Hearing Joel walking towards the bedroom, you took off your robe and got back into bed pretending to still be asleep. As soon as you closed your eyes and pulled the covers over yourself, you heard the door open, and he walked in.

You could hear him sigh as he set his phone down on the dresser, then walk over to his side of the bed where he got back in next to you. You felt him shift closer as he wrapped his arms around you. You tried your hardest not to jump at his cold skin making contact with you. “Are ya still asleep darlin? It’s nearly 10:30” he asked as he peppered you with kisses.

“I’m…I’m too tired to get up right now. do you have any plans for us today?” you asked hoping he would let something slip.

“No, not really. I mean I do have some stuff to take of today before we leave, but other than that, nothin. Why don’t ya try to get some more sleep and when I get back, we can go for a walk along the beach. How does that sound?”

Again, you felt your stomach drop. What other things did he need to take care of before you left? You were pretty sure all you had to do was check out at the front counter and that’s it. This was so unlike Joel. He never kept secrets from you.

“Darlin, ya didn’t fall back asleep on me did ya?” he asked when you got quiet.

“No, I’m still awake and yeah that sounds good. Go do whatever it is you need to do, and I’ll see you later,” you sighed.

Joel, always quick to know when your mood changed, so he rolled you over to get a good look at you, “Hey, are you sure you’re okay? Talk to me darlin.”

You again wanted to tell him what you heard, but when you opened your mouth, another lie came out, “I’m fine Joel. Baby girl just kept me up all night that’s all. She is turning out to be a bit of a night owl.” You hated bringing your daughter into this, but it was the only thing you could think of at the time.

“Shit, I’m sorry darlin. Ya should have woken me up.” Joel then pulled the sheet down and moved down till he faced your belly. “Listen here little one, daddy isn’t too happy with ya right now. Ya need to let your mommy sleep, so she can help you grow until you are ready to come meet us. I shouldn’t be putting all the blame on ya though. We haven’t been exactly letting ya sleep either,” he chuckled before placing kiss on your belly. “I think you and mommy need to take a nap and daddy will be back later. Are ya sure you’ll be okay till I get back darlin?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. If I can’t fall back asleep, maybe I’ll take a hot bath to relax,” you sighed. You just wanted to close your eyes and forget what you heard and were thinking.

Joel seemed to hesitate for a moment. It was as if he was looking into your eyes to make sure that you were telling the truth and you knew that he wasn’t going to leave until he knew you were really okay. So, you played into it, you lightened your facial expression and ran your hand through his dark curls, “I’m fine baby. Go do what you need to. If I need anything, I’ll make sure to call you, I promise.”

That seemed to do the trick because he turned his head to kiss the palm of your hand before he pulled the covers back over your body. “I promise I should be back in about an hour or two. I love you darlin,” he whispered leaning down to kiss your lips.

“I love you too Joel. See you in a bit.”

Once he got up and went to the bathroom to get ready, you let out a sigh which almost turned into a sob. As much as you didn’t want to think what you were thinking, you couldn’t help fear the worst. You also didn’t know why you couldn’t just ask him what was going on. It was like there was a block between your brain and mouth and your anxiety filled brain was winning.

You knew Joel Miller was the most loyal man in the world and he would never jeopardize what you and he had. However, there was little voice in the back of your head that said otherwise. You couldn’t help but think back to the past few months and how he had been staying late at work. You remembered a conversation with your sister-in-law Maria a while ago, when you asked her how Tommy was doing with working later into the night like Joel. Maria surprised you when she said Tommy had been coming home on time like he was supposed to. Then you thought back to how nervous he had been last night and seemed on edge after he made love to you. How he kept checking and rechecking his phone instead of being in the moment with you. And now he is getting a mysterious call. It just didn’t make any sense.

There is just no way, you thought to yourself. There is no way Joel is cheating.

You laid there for what felt like hours, but it was really only twenty minutes. You tried to go back to sleep before Joel came out of the bathroom, but it was no use. Hearing the handle of the bathroom door, you quickly dried the tears from the face and snuggled deeper into the covers. You heard him quietly shuffle all throughout the room gathering up his things before he walked back over to the bed and leaned to give you a gentle sweet kiss on your lips, “Sleep well darlin. I love you.”

You waited until he not only left the room, but the entire hotel room before you moved from your spot. You let out a frustrated sigh as you sat there contemplating what to do next. Maybe a nice hot bath like you said would ease your mind and body.

Getting up and taking your phone with you, you headed to the bathroom to draw you up a nice bubble bath. As you waited for the water to fill, you sat at the tubs edge rubbing your pregnant belly, “Don’t worry baby girl. Mommy is just freaking out over nothing. I’m sure everything is just fine daddy.”

Turning off the water, you carefully lowered yourself down into the bubbles. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as the hot water felt amazing on your sore muscles. You closed your eyes and tried to relax listening to the waves outside crash against the shore. It seemed to be working as you felt yourself start to calm down. You started to think a little clearer now. You felt like you were jumping to conclusions without any solid proof. Making a big deal out of nothing. Joel would never betray you like that and risk ruining the life and family that you’ve built together. He was smarter than that.

However, that little voice of anxiety and fear reared its ugly head yet again. It told you that before you were willing to let everything go and just see what Joel had planned, you needed a second opinion. So, you picked up your phone and dialed the one person who would be able to ease your mind, Maria.

“Hey girl, how’s paradise?” she answered on the first ring.

“It’s umm…it’s paradise alright. Can’t really complain. It’s all been amazing,” you replied flatly.

“Then why does it sound like someone stole your dog? Is everything okay? Did you and Joel have a fight or something?”

At first you hesitated to tell her, but you needed her advice, “I…I don’t know Maria. It…it…it may just be my wild imagination or just hormones, but I can’t shake the feeling that Joel is doing something that he isn’t supposed to. I…I…I think he may be cheating on me.”

Maria couldn’t help but laugh at your accusation, to which you didn’t know whether to take offense or breathe a sigh of relief. “I’m sorry, but you can’t be serious. There is just no way.”

“But it is possible Maria. Why the hell would he be the only one “working late” then or why is he suddenly glued to his phone? Not to mention the phone call that I heard.”

“What phone call?”

You couldn’t help but shutter as you relived what you heard, “I don’t know who he was talking to, but he kept saying how much he missed them and wanted them to be here. He said something about him planning something and keeping me in the dark. He said that it was something that he should have done awhile ago but he is afraid of how I would react. It sounds like it’s bad enough that I’m going to make him sleep on the couch for. Has…has he talked or said anything to you or to Tommy?”

“No sweetie he hasn’t, but there is no way Joel is cheating on you. There has to be another explanation. He loves you with all his heart and he would never do anything to betray you like that. Are you sure he wasn’t talking to Sarah?”

“I thought about that too, but it didn’t sound like it. I’m telling you Maria, something is off. He has never kept secrets from me.”

As you continued to talk, on Maria’s end, Tommy had walked in from outside. She quickly waved him over and made sure her phone was on mute before so you couldn’t hear them. “What’s going on?” Tommy mouthed to her.

Maria ran her hand over her face in frustration, “We have a bit of a problem. You need to call Joel.”

“Is everything alright?”

Maria shook her head as she continued to listen you rant, “No, you need to call him now Tommy.” As her husband did what he was told, Maria got back on the phone with you, “Sweetie, sweetie, I need you to listen to me okay. Everything is going to be okay. I have faith in Joel and I’m sure all this is one big misunderstanding that we are all going to laugh about later. Where are you now?”

“I’m in the tub trying to calm down,” you cried. “Joel left a while ago, but I don’t know where he went.”

“Look, I really think you should try to enjoy your bath and relax. Talk to Joel when he gets back. That’s the only way you’ll be able to clear your head. All this unneeded stress isn’t good for the baby.” Tommy then came back into the room with his brother on the phone this time. “Listen sweetie, I need to go. Tommy just got home. I’ll talk to him and see if he has talked to Joel at all. Just try to relax for me, okay. We will get to the bottom of this.”

“I’ll try,” you sniffed still having a hard time with the situation. You did know one thing though, you needed to talk to Joel, and you were going to do that as soon as he got home.

Meanwhile, Maria had taken the phone from Tommy feeling awful for lying to her best friend, “Joel, it’s me, we have a situation. Where are you?”

“I’m at the airport walking to the arrival gate. What’s going on?” he asked nervously. He tried to get information from his brother, but Tommy was in the dark about it too. “Was there an issue with the flight?”

“As far as I know everyone got on the flight fine. Your wife however just called me practically bawling her eyes out.”

“What, why?! What the fuck happened? She was sound asleep when I left,” Joel was really starting to freak out now. He was afraid something had happened to her or the baby. It was enough to make him turn around and started walking back to the garage where he parked his rental car.

Maria, at this point, had to get up and take something for the headache that was developing. “Well, she isn’t now idiot! She heard your phone call with Tommy and now some how she thinks that you are cheating on her.”

Joel who was now running, stopped dead in his tracks, “She thinks what?”

“You heard me. She is currently in the tub thinking you would rather be there with your supposed mistress than her.”

“Why on earth would she think that? I’d rather die than stick my dick where it doesn’t belong.”

“Well besides your nonstop texting with dumbass #2 (Tommy), she knows that you have been working late on purpose.”

“Well of course I’ve been working late,” Joel shouted. “How the hell was I supposed to afford our initial trip and then all this. Ugh, this is so messed up. I went to check on her after our call and I could have sworn she was asleep. Dammit, I knew something was up with her. Why the hell didn’t she just talk to me?”

Maria just sighed, “You know how her anxiety gets and I’m sure the pregnancy hormones aren’t helping either. I know you wanted to do this grand surprise, but Joel, you need to tell her sooner rather than later. All this stress isn’t good for her or the baby.”

“I know, I know, I just really wanted to surprise her. I wanted to do one last special thing for her before the baby came,” Joel could feel his eyes start to swell up with tears. This was the last thing he thought would happen and he couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.

“You can still surprise her Joel. Just head back to the hotel as soon as you are done there and talk to her. Explain everything to her and I’m positive this will end well for you. You can still make this all work in your favor.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry you got pulled into all this. I really wish you guys were here with us too. We owe you a lot.”

“Don’t worry about it. We love you guys and as much as we would like to be there with you all, someone needs to hold this place down while you are gone. Too many projects to deal with. Now go get your girl.”

As Joel figured out what he was going to do when he got back, you had finally got out of the tub feeling somewhat better. You were still feeling a little uneasy but were going to power through and enjoy yourself before your talk with Joel.

So, you ordered yourself a gourmet breakfast from room service and took your meal outside on the patio to eat. You listened and spectated to the busy beach in front of you. Laughter of children filled the air while shouts from a nearby volleyball game peaked your interest. You kept turning your head back and forth between the two. You found yourself lingering longer on the children building a sandcastle that kept getting destroyed by the waves. Oh, how you missed your own two children and wished that they were there with you. You missed their giggles, their love, and their cuddles. As far as things went now, all you wanted was to go home and be with them again. It just wasn’t paradise without them.

Long after your breakfast and people watching, you found yourself at the water’s edge, watching the waves come in and out. You were so entranced that you didn’t hear Joel come up behind you. “Darlin, I think we need to talk.”

“Why, so you can break it to me gently? Afraid of how I’ll react?”

Joel winced at your tone. He was so screwed, “So you did hear me. I swear to you darlin, it’s not even remotely close to what you are thinking. If you just let me, explain…”

“Are you cheating on me?”

“Darlin I…”

You finally turned around to face him and your eyes were filled with anger. You decided that you weren’t going to waste anymore tears on this man. Joel could sense your anger because he took a step back as if he was afraid. “I don’t want to hear your darlin or anything else from you. Just answer the question Miller, are you cheating on me?”

“No, I ain’t cheatin on you goddammit. Stop saying that shit,” he responded equally as annoyed. “I have not and will not ever cheat on you. I’m a little hurt and pissed off that you would ever think that!”

“But I heard…”

“No, my turn to talk. What you heard was a phone call between me and Tommy,” Joel growled and stepped closer to you. You couldn’t help but feel like a child that was about to get a talking too. “I was giving him an update on what was going on here. He and Maria have been in one my surprise to you since the beginning.”

“Okay, but that still doesn’t explain…”

“Me working late? That was so I could make a little more cash so we could extend our stay here. I was doing some extra projects for some of our customers.” He stepped even closer to you and pulled you into his arms, “I promise you on my life darlin, I would never ever cheat on you. You are the only one I will ever want and need. You are it for me darlin.”

You didn’t even have to look at him to know that he was telling you the truth. You could hear it all in his voice. When you looked up at him, you could see it too. All the love that he had for you was reflected in his big brown puppy dog eyes. “Oh Joel!” you cried, throwing your arms around him. “I’m so sorry. I feel like such an idiot. I really don’t know what I was thinking.”

Joel chuckled in your embrace and held you tight, “It’s alright darlin. We’ll just chalk it up to your hormones being out of whack.”

“Sounds good to me,” you laughed releasing Joel to wipe your tears from your face, “And for the record, I’m sure that I’m going to love whatever it is that you have planned.”

You watched as his demeanor changed again as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah so about that. I was going to do it later on this evening, but I was in the middle of picking it up when Maria called. I knew I had to get back here as soon as possible, so I didn’t have time to present it like I wanted to.”

You once again felt guilty as you could tell he wanted to put everything he had into this surprise. “Oh baby, I am so, so sorry. I’m sure that I’m going to love it no matter what.”

“I know you darlin. Why don’t you turn around and look.”

You instantly grew excited yet nervous. Talking a deep breath, you slowly turned around and felt your breath get caught in your throat. Standing behind you were your parents, Ben, and Sarah. “Mommy!” Ben shouted and ran towards you as fast as his little legs could carry him.

“My baby,” you cried as you took him into your arms. “What are you guys doing here?”

“I know that this was supposed to be our baby moon, but it was a little selfish to have this place all to ourselves. Also with baby girl coming, I figured we could probably have one last family vacation before she gets here.”

You managed to pull yourself away from planting kisses all over Sarah and Ben’s faces and pulled Joel down towards you to give him a kiss of his own. “This is the best present ever baby. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me just yet darlin. There is one more surprise left. It’s another reason why I wanted our family here.”

You watched as he slowly got down on one knee.

“Joel…”

“Darlin…baby, I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now and I couldn’t think of a better place to do it. When I first proposed to you and we decided to elope instead, I couldn’t help but feel a little sad that I wasn’t able to give you the dream wedding that you deserved. You deserved to be surrounded by your family with your dad walking you down the aisle. You deserved a wedding that you could gossip about for years. So, when we decided to come here, I knew that this was the place to make all that come true. I started working late so I could afford tickets and an extra hotel room. I also bought us an extra week here for some family fun. Darlin, the love of my life, as we stand here surrounded by those we love, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife again?”

You watched with tears streaming down your face as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a ring box. When he opens it, your heart stops. It was your grandmother’s wedding ring. The ring you kept asking your mother for, but she claimed to have lost it.

“What to do say darlin? My knees are sort of killin me here.”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

You had always known Joel to have steady hands, but as he reached for your hand to put the ring on, you could see them shake. Once the ring was safely on your finger, Joel stood up and pulled you into his arms, placing a romantic kiss on your lips. You were so in the moment that you both didn’t hear the cheers and congratulations coming from your family. You never in your life dreamed of something like this happening.

“I love you darlin,” Joel sweetly whispered resting his head on yours.

“I love you too baby. Thank you for all of this. This baby moon has been the best experience of my life.”

Joel was about to tell you something, but Ben, who was tired of the love stuff, let out a big groan, “Can we go play in the water now?”

Everyone let out a chuckle as they looked down at the five-year-old. “Oh, how I missed you, bubba,” Joel smiled lifting his son up in the air. “Let daddy go get changed and then we can go play in the water.” He gave you one more kiss before he sprinted back to the room to change.

That left you to receive hugs and kisses from your parents and Sarah. It was so nice to see them again even though it had only been a few days. Once Joel came back, he took the kids into the water while you stayed behind with your parents watching your family play.

Later that evening, Joel surprised you by remarrying you under the stars. Just like he said, you had your father and mother walk you down the aisle, while Sarah served as your bride’s maid and Ben served as Joel’s best man. That night you vowed to continue loving and respecting each other. To continue raising your family with good morals and values, and to never let anything tear you apart. For you, it was the perfect fairytale wedding. You even facetimed Tommy and Maria who were planning a big party for you when you got home.

After the wedding and a nice family dinner together, you and Joel parted ways where he took you back to your hotel room and made love to you for hours. You ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms with big smiles on your faces. This certainly was the best baby moon ever.

4 months later…

It was currently four in the morning, and everyone was gathering at the hospital where you had just given birth to your baby girl. Everyone was impatiently waiting for Joel to come out and update everyone on how things went.

As the proud grandparents and aunt and uncle speculated on the baby’s height and weight, Sarah noticed Ben hanging out in the corner by himself. Being the protective big sister that she was, Sarah went over and sat next to him, “Hey buddy, what’s going on?”

Ben turned to look at her with tears in his eyes, “Do mommy and daddy still love me?”

Sarah just looked at her brother in shock, “Awe Ben, of course they still love you. Why would you say that?”

“Because they had another baby. Ryan from school said when mommies and daddies have babies, they don’t love you anymore.”

“Oh, Benny come here,” Sarah said immediately pulling her crying brother into her arms. “Just because mommy and daddy had another baby doesn’t mean they don’t love you. Look, they still love me even though they had you. I promise you that mommy and daddy will still love you just like they love the new baby.”

Sarah could see that Joel had come out and was currently informing everyone on how you were doing. She gently placed Ben back on the seat when she went to go get her dad. Ben needed to hear from Joel that he still loved him. “Hey dad, how’s mom?”

“She’s doing amazing! Baby girl is doing great too. A little on the small side, only 6 pounds, but she is doing great. You can go in and see them. We want you kids to see her first,” he smiled with joy. “Where’s bubba?”

“He’s over there, but dad, Benny is freaking out. A boy at school told him that you don’t love him anymore because you had another baby,” Sarah flinched knowing her dad would lose his shit.

“A boy said what?!” Joel shouted, causing everyone in the waiting room to turn and look at him.

Sarah’s cheeks grew red with embarrassment, “Dad, please don’t cause a scene. Just go talk to him. What room is mom in?”

“451, but don’t tell her about Ben alright. Let me handle this,” he then gave Sarah a big hug before sending her on her way. You were already exhausted and he didn’t want you to worry.

Inside Joel was fuming. Of course, he would never hurt a child, but as soon as he found out who the kid’s dad was, he was going to kick his ass. That would be later though. Right now, Joel knew that had to bury his anger and focus all his love and attention on his son. So just like Sarah, he went and sat down next to Ben pulling him into his lap, “Hey bubba, mommy is asking for you. Do you want to go meet your baby sister?”

“No!” Benny shouted and tried to hop off Joel’s lap. It broke Joel’s heart to see his son so upset.

“Ben stop it. Look, your sister told me that you think we don’t love you anymore. Is that true?”

“Ryan at school said…”

“Hey, hey look at me Ben,” Joel said softly as he lifted his son’s face to look up at him, “I don’t care what Ryan said. I want to know how you feel. Talk to me bubba, you don’t have to be scared.”

Ben’s eyes swelled up with tears as he pouted his little lip, “Will…will you still love the same as the new baby? You won’t forget about me?”

Joel was trying his hardest to keep himself in check. Ben almost had him in tears as well. He thought the both of you had prepared him enough for the baby’s arrival. You had one on one time with him making sure to give him all the love and attention that he needed. You had even sat down with him and explained that even though the baby may need more attention, he could come to you for snuggles and kisses whenever he wanted.

“Oh bubba, of course we aren’t going to forget about you. We love you. You are our baby boy. Our one and only son. Yes, the baby may need mommy and daddy a little bit more at times, but I promise that we are going to be there for you whenever you need it.”

“Can we still play trucks?”

“Of course, we can still play trucks. Daddy will even go buy you a new one. And you know what?”

“What?” Ben asked excitedly.

“You even get to help out with the baby too. You can help me, and mommy feed her and watch her while we make her a bottle or need to change her. She is going to need you to watch out for her Ben, just like how Sarah looks after you. Do you think you can do that? Once daddy goes back to work, he is going to need his little man to protect his mommy and sisters. Can you do that for me, bubba?”

Ben nodded and lifted his arms, showing Joel his little muscles, “Yes daddy. I’ll use my muscles like Spiderman.”

Joel couldn’t help but chuckle at his son’s cuteness, “Alright bubba you do that. Are you ready to go see mommy?”

“Yes daddy, let’s go!”

Joel then lifted his giggling son over his shoulder giving him a few tickles here and there as they made their way over to your room. He made sure though before they went in, he stopped to explain a few things to his son, “Alright bubba, we are to have to be quiet and calm now okay. Your sister might be sleeping, and mommy is really tired. Can you be a good boy for me?”

“Yes, daddy I will.” Joel loved his son so much. He couldn’t help but give him a kiss on his little head before they went into your room.

“There’s my boys,” you tiredly smiled as they walked into the room and over to the sink to wash their hands.  Both you and Sarah listened in on Joel explaining how germs were bad for the baby, so they had to make sure that their hands were always washed. Once they were done Joel brought your son over and placed Ben next to you. “Hey bubby I like your shirt.”

Ben was wearing a blue Big Brother shirt that Maria had picked out for him. “Thanks mommy. Is that my baby sister?” he asked pointing at the pink bundle in your arms.

“Yes, it is buddy. Come closer so she can see you.” With Sarah’s help, Ben moved closer to you and the baby.

“She’s so tiny! Is she gonna get bigger?”

“Of course, she will, you smiled, “One day she will be as big as you are now, but that won’t be for a while.”

“What’s her name mom?” Sarah asked, “I know you and dad were still having trouble deciding.”

Both you and Joel smiled as he took your free hand into his, “We decided to name her Gracelyn, Gracelyn Maria Miller.” You felt it was only right to name her after your best friend and her godmother.

“Can we call her Gracie?” Ben asked as he reached out to touch his sister.

“Of course, we can buddy. Do you want to hold her?”

Ben’s eyes lit up with excitement, “Yes please!”

With tears in your eyes, you handed Gracie over to Joel while Sarah helped Ben sit next to you with a pillow beside him.

“Make sure you hold on tight bubba. She is a wiggly worm,” Joel chuckled as he placed his youngest daughter into the arms of her brother. He then took out his phone and began taking pictures.

“Look mommy, I’m doing it!”

“Yes, you are buddy, good job,” you cried.

This is what life was all about. Your relationship with Joel was stronger than ever, you had three perfect healthy kids, and that’s all that really mattered. You didn’t need anything else in life, because in your eyes, your had everything you needed right in front of you.

[joeys-babe]

Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 14: October 1st

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(y/n's pov)

Joe stayed at the house long enough to eat breakfast with my parents and me before he had to leave to set up for our date.

there were so many kisses shared that morning, it seemed neither of us could get enough of the other. my parents didn't seem to mind at all either, in fact, they thought the opposite. they could tell Joe made me so happy and that's all they wanted, to see me happy.

my parents, plus pretty much everyone around us could tell that Joe and I's connection went deeper than "best friends", that being said.. when they found out that Joe confessed and that we were more than friends they were so happy that it finally happened. it felt like a game to them, waiting to see who'd confess first since it seemed inevitable.

even though we had confessed to being "in love" with each other, "I love you" hadn't been said yet. That was going to be a separate occasion.

Joe and I had decided to not reveal our non-official relationship to his parents yet. We'd be doing that tomorrow night in a funny, quirky, very Joe Burrow-style way.

I had just told Joe bye when I walked away from the front door and towards the stairs, my mom was in the kitchen with a smirk on her face as she looked at me.

"He makes you happy, huh?" - your mom

"Extremely happy. My cheeks hurt since I've been smiling for the past 10 hours straight." - you

"That's the best type of pain, honey." - your mom

"I'm starting to understand that." - you

"Do you have any clue what the date entails? Or even where it is?" - your mom

"Uhm.. nope! I'm sure Joe has something nice planned though." - you

"Okay.. you better start getting ready, did Joe tell you what to wear?" - your mom

"You're starting to make me realize that I know nothing about this date." - you

"Then text him!" - your mom laughed

I felt like a teenage girl as I ran up the stairs giggling, and simultaneously pulling my phone out of my pocket.

Instead of texting Joe, I thought it would be easier if I called him so I quickly found his contact. Since last night it has been changed to "Joey💕". Crazy how the day before yesterday I had him blocked, and now there's a heart by his name.

Joe answered in less than two rings, his deep beautiful voice ringing through the phone causing a blush on my cheeks.

"Miss me already, baby?" - Joe

His cheerful tone of voice made it easy to picture the expression that was probably on his face right now. A war-ending grin on those perfect lips that I loved.

"That too. But, I was calling because I need to know some details about our date." - you

"Ask away." - Joe

"What do I need to wear? Where is it? What time-" - you

"y/n, sweetheart chill out. You can wear whatever, I'm wearing sweats. I'm picking you up so don't worry about a place and I'll prob be over at your house at 6." - Joe

"Okay sounds good. I can't wait." - you

"Me neither. I've been thinking about this night for probably a decade." - Joe

"Me too, I'll see you in a couple of hours?" - you

"Yup, I'll see you then. Bye, beautiful." - Joe

"See ya later, Joey." - you giggled

When the tone sounded through my phone speaker letting me know that Joe had hung up, I fell back onto my bed. Butterflies swarmed through my stomach as my cheeks heated up; feeling more loved than ever before.

*time skip*

"do I look okay??" - you

It was currently 5:55, just five minutes before Joe would be picking me up for our date and I was standing by the front door as my mom helped with any finishing touches.

For my outfit, I opted for a pair of baggy jeans and an oversized graphic sweatshirt. It was comfy but cute and chic at the same time.

"You look great sweetie. You need to stop worrying though, it's just Joe." - your mom

"Sure it might just be Joe. But I still want to impress him! I've waited so long for this night, Mom. I want everything to be perfect." - you

"Everything will be perfect if you stop stressing!" - your mom

I went to open my mouth to utter a rebuttal but the ringing of the doorbell beat me to it.

My mom gave me an encouraging smile as I reached for the doorbell but hesitated to open it.

"You got this." - your mom

I nodded and quickly opened the door, Joe's gaze lifted from his shoes to my face. As he did so, the large smile that I adored made its way onto his face.

Joe was wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt; a simple combo that made him look so complexly handsome.

We just stood staring at each other for a few seconds, we didn't know what to do.

"Oh! Yeah these are for you!" - Joe

Joe moved his hand from behind his back revealing a bouquet of white roses. He handed them off to me as a blush of crimson flushed his cheeks.

"Aww. Joe, I love them. They're so pretty!" - you

"I'm glad you like them. Wanna get going?" - Joe

I nodded and my mom took the flowers from my hand.

"I'll put these in a vase then put them in your room. You two have fun!" - your mom

My mom practically shoved me out of the house before shutting the door behind me, Joe took my hand and led me to his car.

Before I could even reach for the handle, Joe opened my door and once he knew I was comfortably sitting he shut it back.

When Joe started driving a comfortable silence fell over us, our hands intertwined on the center console while music played through the speakers.

"So... where are you taking me??" - you

"It's a surprise. We've been here together before though." - Joe

"Oh really?" - you

"Yup, as kids. Don't look in the backseat by the way it'll give away everything that I have planned." - Joe

I nodded but when we were at a red light I couldn't help but peak. Joe immediately noticed and let go of my hand, he grabbed my chin gently and moved my gaze to him.

"No peaking!" - Joe

I laughed at Joe's pouty expression and before I knew it he was pulling me by my chin to connect our lips.

It was such a sweet kiss, Joe's lips were soft on mine with a hint of possessiveness. A silent promise that I was his.

The only thing that made us pull away from each other was the light turning green.

"I don't think I could ever get tired of kissing you." - Joe

"Good, because I could never get tired of kissing you either." - you

Ten minutes later Joe was pulling onto a dirt road that felt familiar but not significant.

"Backroads? Are gonna kill me?" - you laughed

"No ma'am. Not after I just got you all to myself. Maybe in a couple of months." - Joe joked

"Oh shut up!" - you

"I'm just playing, baby." - Joe

"I know you are Joey." - you

When Joe parked up in the grass and helped me out of the car, the sight my eyes landed on took my breath away.

"I hope you like it..." - Joe

There was a red checkered blanket laid out on this grassy hill that had a beautiful field view. A white sheet was hung between two trees and a mini projector was on this upside-down wicker basket. On the blanket was another folded blanket, two pillows, with candles scattered around the perimeter.

"It isn't the most romantic first date ever but I did try to make it something you wouldn't forget." - Joe

I felt tears well up in my eyes, happy tears of course. This was the sweetest thing a guy, or anyone really, had ever done for me.

When I turned to face Joe I watched panic fall over his face when he saw my teary eyes.

"Joe. It's perfect. I love it." - you

"Really?" - Joe smiled

"Yes, it's so sweet and so romantic." - you

Joe laced his fingers with mine and led me over to the blanket, my heart filled with so much love as we got closer to it.

"You can go ahead and get comfortable, I'm gonna grab the food from my car." - Joe

"Okay!" - you plopped down on the blanket

Joe had to chuckle, you looked so cute and he was oh so in love with you and everything about you. Being in your presence alone had him melting.

He returned shortly with the picnic basket of snacks, the pizza, and the cooler of drinks.

Joe spread everything out before sitting down beside me.

"Okay, so I tried to think about all your favorite things. Everything I thought of, I bought. We can eat the picnic snacks first then eat pizza." - Joe

"Sounds perfect!" - you

Joe grabbed the picnic and started getting things out. When he pulled out red grapes I decided to play a little prank on him.

"Uh Joe, I like green grapes." - you

His neck snapped so fast in my direction as a worried look appeared on his face.

"What? Since when? I was sure it was the red ones you liked-" - Joe

"I'm kidding Joey!" - you placed a hand on his shoulder as you laughed

"Oh. I was worried I messed something up already." - Joe

"I assure you that you won't mess anything up, we've been here five minutes and I've already cried." - you laughed

"Those were happy tears right?" - Joe

"Major happy tears." - you

Joe smiled as I leaned forward and pecked his perfect lips. When we pulled away he kissed my cheek and continued sitting everything out on the blanket.

"Hey, what's the projector for?" - you

"I planned to watch the sunset, but I was worried that the sunset might be underwhelming. So if it is, we've got a movie to watch instead." - Joe

"Woah, Joe you've thought about everything haven't you?" - you

"I've run every possible situation through my head and adapted. There is no way this is getting messed up." - Joe

"That's sweet of you." - you grinned

"I try." - joe smiled

"C'mere, lay with me. You should start the movie and we can eat our snacks." - you

Joe scooted over on the blanket carefully to not bunch it up and laid down next to me.

"What movie you wanna watch?" - Joe

"It's October so how about a Halloween movie? Not a horror movie of course since you are scared of them." - you

"I'm not scared of them, y/n! I just don't like them!" - Joe

"Sure, Joe." - you laughed

"I didn't come here to get made fun of." - Joe

I laughed as I laid my head on his shoulder and threw an arm over him.

"Sorry, babe." - you

"You know, I love when you call me that and baby." - Joe

"Well, I love calling you them." - you

Joe leaned down and pressed a kiss onto my lips before sitting up to open a box.

"Chocolate-covered strawberry?" - Joe

"Ooh! Yes, please!" - you

He leaned down on his elbow to where he was hovering over me and led the strawberry to my mouth. My hand found its way onto his chest, just wanting to remain in contact with him.

"Good?" - Joe

"Mhm, they're really good. Hand me one, it's your turn." - you

Joe handed me a chocolate-covered strawberry and I leaned up a little bit to guide it towards his perfect lips.

"Mmm, those are good!" - Joe

"What else do you have? I'm feeling something savory." - you

"We can have the pizza." - Joe suggested

"Oh yeah!" - you

Joe grabbed the two plates he brought and handed me one, along with a few napkins.

He was hesitantly reaching for the pizza box and for a second I wondered why he was seemingly nervous all of a sudden, he seemed fine up till now.

I watched Joe place the box between us before he slowly opened it. When he did his eyes immediately traced off to mine, and that's when I realized why he was nervous.

Written in pepperoni said, "Be My GF?" 

Joe was silently freaking out, scared he asked too soon, worried about what you're answer would be, or if it was a lame way to ask such a big thing.

You on the other hand felt like you were on cloud nine. This was such a Joe way of asking you to be his girlfriend and you found it sweet and so endearing. It was perfect and quirky, just like Joe.

While you were swooning over the proposal, answering the question seemed to have slipped your mind. When you're eyes finally met Joe’s and he seemed frantic you realized you hadn't answered his question yet.

"Of course, I'll be your girlfriend!" - you

Joe’s once-nervous expression turned lit up with excitement as he leaned forward to crash his lips onto mine.

My hand cupped Joe’s cheek as I held him as close as I could get him, his lips rough on mine.

When Joe and I pulled away from each other huge smiles were plastered on our faces.

“So, I'm your boyfriend…” - Joe

“I’m your girlfriend…” - you

We looked at each other for a second before erupting into nervous giggles. It was almost as if our teenage selves came back for a second.

A few minutes later we had calmed down and got comfortable on the blanket. Joe got Hocus Pocus playing and we were cuddled up eating our pizza, stealing kisses after bites, and feeding each other snacks now and then.

The sunset didn't disappoint and neither did the view of it.

It seemed as if life couldn't get any better than it was at that moment. I was watching one of my favorite Halloween movies, and eating my favorite snacks, all while cuddling up to my boyfriend.

“Joey?” - you

Still lying on his shoulder, I rubbed his chest to get his attention.

“Yup?” - Joe

“Thank you for all of this. This was the best first date ever and I've loved every second of it. I'm so happy to finally call myself yours.” - you

“You’re so welcome, baby. I'm glad you've enjoyed it because I have as well.” - Joe

Sadly once the sun had set and the movie ended shortly after, it was time for us to leave.

Joe told me to head back to the car while he gathered everything up saying he didn't want me to get cold without the blankets.

Even while I was alone and Joe was putting stuff in the backseat, I couldn't stop smiling.

Today had been so perfect; waking up next to Joe, having breakfast with him, and then having the best date possible to end the night.

I wasn't without Joe for very long and when he got in the car he slipped his hand onto my leg as he turned onto the main road.

“My girl.” - Joe squeezed your leg

You had smiled at the gesture just thinking he was reminding you of his presence but in all honesty he just wanted to say it out loud to see if it would feel any more real to him. He couldn't believe it, the girl he'd had a crush on since high school was his girlfriend. She felt the same way about him that he felt about her and it was so surreal to him.

It was silent in the car, not an awkward silence but a little too quiet for Joe’s liking so he went to shuffle his usual playlist.

“Aye! We listened to your music the last time we were in the car. It's my turn.” - you

“Whatever you want, babe.” - Joe laughed

I connected my phone and shuffled my everyday playlist, a content smile on my face when “we fell in love in october” was the first song that played.

It hit me that it was October 1st. This song felt a little personal now that Joe and I started dating in October.

“This is kinda our song now…” - you

“Well. We started dating in October, I don't remember what month it was when I fell in love with you a few years ago.” - Joe smiled

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Authors note: this chapter has me feeling REALLLLLLLL single.

Hope you enjoyed! ❤️

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hey big c! It’s ya boy, Ting! So I was going to show you one of the biggest parts of my younger years and what influenced me to be Ting but uh…. I can’t find the right video. It was “The hated child becomes a hybrid princess glmm” but… I just… couldn’t find it… so uh… I gotta compensate with… other gacha videos… I guess. :/ I just really wanted you to see that abused little girl become a hybrid princess but I guess they threw out all the gacha brats. Back in my day, they had big blonde hair and the fugliest massive pink dresses and this lipstick that didn’t look good because of the style but whatever I guess…….

anyways… let’s start off with… oh! This one!

[https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=BkERwVykexs&pp=ygUHRXcgZ2xtdg%3D%3D] hmmm… oh!!! Another good one, let’s do Hoodie!

[https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=EIT40fQRPIM&list=PLrpFxY-2svegH6TwaYx4CY67CWZrKjnDA&index=30&pp=iAQB]

hm… okay, one more… uh… another classic hm… what?! No only girl in an all boys school? Where the fuck did that one go? Fine. Uh… oh!! Three in one!

[https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=upBMOt_hDBA&pp=ygUQZGV2aWxzIGRvbid0IGZseQ%3D%3D]

I used to love this so much— oh!! Next time I check in I’m showing you animation memes! It’s gonna be so peeeeaaakkk…… hm… which fandoms though…

oh well— okay, love ya big c, xoxo, talk to ya later, byyyyyeeeee!!!!

Hey, Ting. ...What?

What is this stuff? It's gross.

...Uh. Wow. She... she should move on, I think. Why the fire effects??

Is this hell?? Why? I'm sorry, maybe I'm just too old for this stuff? I really don't understand this. Oh, and, uh, the girl's a demon now? And now she wants to go back...? God, what is the king's problem— Why is she dying instead of becoming a demon, what?? Ting, please do warn me if someone's going to burn to death. Even if they're, uh, cartoonish.

Thanks?

Love ya, bye, talk soon.