#she gonna brother y’all a little bit

[sunnyskiesscareme]

My Heart’s Racing, and it isn’t the Exercise

Luke Hughes x reader

Summary: Luke Hughes has a gym crush, and his brother wants a sister in law

Warnings: there’s a reference to like… dropping a weight on his head to induce memory loss, you’ll understand if you read it 😭 other than that, nothing!! (Unless u include Luke embarrassing himself but that’s just cuz he’s a cutie patootie)

Notes: I’m so sorry I’ve barely posted!! Uni is kicking my ass. Still, I appreciate all the support on my previous fics!! Y’all are so kind!! Also, a lil reference to the readers job as a hairdresser

Luke was sure that if y/n wasn’t here, he’d cry.

He had explicitly told his brother that he needed to be at the gym within 10am-11:30am, and no later. He hadn’t told him why, exactly, but he thought he made himself pretty clear anyhow. It wasn’t like Jack to be late to anything, but Jack had expressed that he believed you couldn’t be late to the gym in the first place. To him, it was a personal pleasure. Luke would have agreed if it weren’t for the girl with the strict schedule, who went everyday, at the same time, with no exceptions.

He couldn’t explain that to Jack without the certainty of him telling the whole Devil’s team about his little crush, and suddenly the chirping would go beyond anything he’d ever live down. So instead, when Jack would roll his eyes at his brother with a comment about being uptight, Luke would bite back with a reminder that Jack had assigned certain coats to certain hooks in the entrance way. Surely, Luke was not the uptight one in that apartment.

Jack had only hurried things up when his brother threatened to leave without him, jingling his keys and walking to the door with exaggerated stomps. Still, they had only left the house at 10:41, and for reasons unbeknownst to Jack, Luke had refused to switch to the gym nearest their building. It was 10:53 when they got there, and Luke ignored his brothers scolds for his crooked parking job, rushing to check who was at the girl’s favourite machine. It was then that Luke realized he had never learned her name. Had she ever even had a full conversation with him?

She was there, in all of her beauty, but Luke didn’t crack a smile. Instead, he walked over to the chest press for his warmup as if he had never seen her. His sudden stop-and-stare session did not go unnoticed by his brother, who not so subtly squinted his eyes in her direction, trying to find what had his little brother so dazed. His eyes flickered to the dejected look on his face, back to the girl, and then to the foot that Luke was subconsciously tapping. A knowing grin grew on Jack's face before he wiped it off with the back of his hand, wringing his wrist out in an act of preparation for his dead-lift warmup. He halted when he began to pass by Luke, stomping his foot on the ground exaggeratingly as he turned to his brother.

"Luke, Luke," Jack said, bending down to reach ear level with him. "You see that girl over there? The one on the, uh, the walking thingy?"

"The elliptical." Luke corrected, a little bit too fast. He’d learned the name of the machine a while ago, just in case he needed it one day.

"Yeah, whatever. She's real pretty, huh?"

Luke's eyes met Jack's so fast it hurt, and he blinked a couple of times to make the room stop spinning. His knuckles turned white at the grip he had on the bars of the machine, despite having paused the lifting to speak to his brother. "What- why?"

"I think I’m gonna ask her out."

"No!" Luke yelped, and those in the gym who weren't wearing headphones or struggling to breathe with the intensity of their workout glanced over at him curiously. His cheeks burned bright red, and Jack had to repress a smirk. "She’s," he shook his head, "She's not even your type."

“What? Of course she is. You don’t think she’s pretty?”

“She’s-!” Luke started, chest puffed up and eyes wide as he went to defend the girl. That was, until the smile on his brothers face looked a little bit too evil to be classified as adoring, and Luke squinted his eyes at him. “What are you trying to do here?”

Jack let out a girlish giggle and gave him a smack to his knee. “I think you think she’s pretty!”

“Shut up!” He wacked his brother right back.

“I think you’ve beaten me to her!”

“Jack, stop.” Luke begged, gripping his brothers wrist strongly enough for Jack to wince, his eyes wide as saucers.

Jack snickered, wringing out his wrist. He glanced back at the girl, whose machine beeped as she finished her cool down. “C’mon! She’s done. Go talk to her!”

“What? No!” Luke refused, his voice much quieter and harsher than his brothers. “No, she’s leaving anyway.”

Jack glanced at the girl again, who had finally stepped off of the machine and stood in front of a window. Her silhouette was black as she tipped her head towards the ceiling to chug down some water. He looked back at Luke. “I don’t think so… looks like she’s just having a drink before her next workout.”

“No.” Luke shook his head, certainty in his movements. “It’s 11:30. This is when she leaves.”

Luke seemed to have not realized the weight his words held before he said them, and quickly made himself busy with his machine before Jack’s head jerked foreword, his jaw dropped far enough that if he had dared to look, Luke would be able to count all of his teeth.

“Woah, woah, wait a minute!” He said, stepping in front of his little brother so that he had no casual excuse for avoiding his gaze. “Is this why you’ve been whining every day about when we get here?”

Luke cringed, ending his first rep early to stick an earbud in his ear. “I’m working out. Can’t hear ya.”

“Oh my god!” Jack gaped, yanking the earbud back out. “This is why I have to go to a gym 15 minutes away from my apartment- that has a gym in the building?”

“It’s only 10, don’t be such a baby.” Luke groaned, seeing no point in trying to hide his little secret any longer.

“Oh my god. Luke, I’m being serious right now, if you don’t go talk to her- I will.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would.”

Luke’s eyes worriedly flicked back to where she stood before, but let out a breath when she wasn’t there anymore. He didn’t know wether it was of relief or disappointment, but he forced himself not to dwell on the weird feeling in his chest. “She’s… She’s gone anyways.”

Jacks head whipped to the window and then back to his brother so fast that Luke was surprised he wasn’t in pain. He quickly promised himself he’d give him pain if he looked at him like that any longer- his brows slightly furrowed, eyes more pitiful than annoyed. Jack let out a soft huff. “Next time then.”

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Jack was ready before Luke was the next morning, bouncing on the balls of his feet on the mat in front of the door. Luke walked sluggishly, something he hadn’t done since he had first seen her. He was sure this would be the last day at her gym- certain he’d be too humiliated to return.

“Could you wipe that look off your face, please?” Luke asked, annoyed.

His grin only grew, flashing his recently fixed straight white teeth. “Why would I? Todays the day- Lukey Boy is getting a girlfriend!”

Luke rolled his eyes.

The 10 minute car ride was mostly silent. To Jack, it had felt like the longest ride he’d ever taken, even with all of the complaints he’d given about the length of the drive in the past. This was most certainly the worst of them all. To Luke, it had been the shortest. He’d listed multiple plans for certain scenarios in his head, noting that if he really needed to, there were weights near the elliptical she used that he could drop on his head if he needed to forget he’d ever seen her. Maybe his brother would feel bad enough to never bring it up again. He planned to run a few fast miles on a treadmill beforehand, so that he could build up some adrenaline, and blame his red face on the exercise.

Jack walked in with a pep in his step, only stopping when his brother suddenly grabbed his wrist. His face was white and his eyes wide, and Jack had never seen him so scared to talk to a girl before. “She’s gonna think I’m a creep.”

“No she won’t! Just… don’t be a creep, and you’ll be fine.”

Luke releases his brothers wrist to run a stressed hand down his face. “I hate you.”

“Luke, it’s gonna be fine, I’m telling you.” Jack tried to reason. He sent him a funny smile, “Plus, you’re in the NHL. what girl would say no to that?”

Luke didn’t laugh, and Jack licked his lip awkwardly. “Buddy, just do it. There’s no use comforting you now- she hasn’t even rejected you yet!”

“Yet!”

“No!” Jack gripped Luke’s shoulders tightly. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it. Now go. Now. It’s time.”

Luke almost tripped, his feet too nervous to react to the push his brother gave him. He prayed that it was too bright outside to see the reflection in the window her machine overlooked, and that she didn’t see any of that. He stood awkwardly a safe distance away from her, looking back at his brother who gave him a not-so-subtle thumbs up.

She was changing the song coming through her headphones when she felt the presence of someone next to her. She turned, startled when someone was actually there. He was tall, but had a young, sweet face. His hair was long enough for him to have to push behind his ear and she could imagine him hating it. Most people with curly or wavy hair did, she had learned from work, but his was her favourite texture to cut and work with. She’d recognized him well. He seemed to have a similar schedule to her, and she had used him as proof to her friends that she wasn’t uptight. He was too handsome to look at, she had decided one day. She couldn’t afford a gym crush, not when she was doing so well with her gym streak. It would complicate things. She flicked an earbud out, giving him a friendly, but curious smile.

“Hi.” He said, the word breathy.

“Hi.” She said back with a slight chuckle. “Did you need something?”

“Oh! Sorry, uh,” she didn’t notice Jack watching them, cringing at the way his brother stuttered. “I was wondering… if I could use that machine.”

She blinked at him, eyes flickering to the 3 other ellipticals lining the large window, still and unused. She nodded anyway. “Uh, yeah! Sure!” She said, stepping off and beside the guy, who looked much taller from the new angle. “Are, are the other ones not working?”

“Uh-“

“Nope!” She jumped at the loud voice behind her, looking right in time for her to miss how Jack stepped on the machines cord, unplugging it. He smacked his hand on the buttons exaggeratedly, proving to her that it wouldn’t turn on.

“Oh! I’m sorry, I’ve been hogging the only working one, haven’t I?”

“No, no! You’re okay. Uh, I just, um-“

“My brother thinks you’re pretty!” Jack blurted out, cutting off his stuttering.

Luke looked mortified, shoulders curling in on himself. Y/n reddened, her lips unintentionally curling up into a giddy smile. “Oh! Thank you!” She let out a nervous chuckle. “Um, you’re his brother?”

“I’m so sorry.” He said instead of answering, and she hoped he didn’t look so sick because his brother lied.

“Don’t be! I’m,” she let out another nervous chuckle, “I’m very flattered.”

“You should let him buy you a smoothie from the drink bar.” Jack suggested, grinning wildly. Y/n felt brave under his enthusiasm.

“Jack!” Luke pleaded, fists balled up.

“He doesn’t have to pay.” She said, and she smiled awkwardly at their intense gazes. “Uh, I mean… are you thirsty?”

“You want to get a smoothie with me?”

“Well, sure! Only if you tell me your name though.” She giggled

He looked at her, his gaping lips turning up into a smile. “Luke.”

Luke had never loved his brother more. He hadn’t listened as he came up with some excuse for leaving the two of them alone. Something about already having water or having to get his workout in while he could, Luke assumed. He didn’t really care. He had imagined a million ways his day could go, and he had somehow lived the one he didn’t think would ever happen. He smiled at her, panicking when she began to reach for the pack she had around her waist. “I’ll pay!”

She looked back up at him. “Wow! A cute boy calls me pretty and buys me a smoothie in one day? This isn’t what I imagined would happen when I walked into the gym today.” She giggled, walking with him.

“Yeah… neither did I.”

[lacroixwh0r3]

The First Taste (p.2)

DBF!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: It's the second day at the lake and you meet some people that live in the neighborhood.

Warnings: SMUT!!! DUB CON (sorta? Just gonna leave it to be safe), heavy sexual tension, pet names, age gap (Joel is 36 and reader is 21), masturbation (F and M), voyeurism, daddy kink, dom!Joel, Joel is a perv and an asshole, cursing, Bill, Frank, and Tess appearance, use of Y/N (1x), jealousy, degradation, no outbreak

Song inspo (feel free to read if you want): Skin by Mac Miller

PART 1 PART3

A/N: I am sooo sorry for taking so long with this one, life has been crazy and weird, but I already have plans for the next part hehe. Also, this is probably all over the place...I wrote some parts of this high lol

Please share, comment, like, and reblog...enjoy my pookies!<3

Trying to act normal around Joel was a bit of a struggle for you.

It was the second day of the trip and he was completely normal during breakfast—he laughed and joked with everyone, seeming a little more lively than the day before. It didn't seem like he had seen or heard anything last night. And if he did, he was being very closed—lipped about the whole thing, which you were grateful about that because you'd probably die from embarrassment.

Sarah had done the honors of waking up early and making breakfast this morning, which consisted of pancakes and eggs. It was something simple and everyone enjoyed it, meanwhile, you could hardly touch your plate. Not because the food wasn't good, but because you were too occupied with staring at Sarah's dad, the man you had fantasized about the night before. It seemed that no one was even paying attention so you assumed that no one would notice your lingering eyes.

Unbeknownst to you, Maria had quickly caught onto your crush on the older Miller brother, yet she never said anything. Not even to Tommy, her husband. She sat there quietly as she watched you watching him. She really thought nothing of it other than a simple crush and from what she could tell from Joel's stoic attitude, the feelings were not mutual. However, Maria didn't know that Joel was beginning to grow a desire for you—he could hide it better than you.

You were glad that Sarah has been too busy typing away on her phone to even pay attention.

“Y’all had fun last night?” Joel asked as he peered over at the three that went out last night, but mainly looking over at Maria. 

Joel was interested in their night, but he also knew how Tommy was after a few drinks. After Tommy and Maria had gotten married, it was obvious that he matured, but he still had his moments.

“It was lots of fun—there was good live music and good drinks there,” Maria said to him as the other two just nodded their heads in agreement.

"We actually ran into Bill and Frank while we were there, they were with a friend...what was her name again?" Tommy asked as he tried to recall the unknown woman's name.

Joel didn't know much about Bill and Frank outside of the fact that they were married and lived next door. During the very brief encounter with the two yesterday, he could tell that Frank was the outgoing one out of the two and Bill was more reserved and not too keen on strangers—Joel didn't blame him, he was the same way too.

"Her name was Tess." Your father reminded Tommy as he took a quick sip of his coffee.

"Right, it was Tess!" Tommy said before speaking up again, "I think you'd like her, Joel...she's your type." he said slowly to his older brother.

This instantly piqued everyone's interest—Sarah's head had snapped up from her phone, while your eyebrows raised with surprise. Joel didn't need any convincing because he instantly shook his head after Tommy said that, letting him know that he wasn't interested.

"Oh come on, Dad!"

"You can't be serious."

"Joel!"

With these responses from Sarah, your dad, and Tommy at the same, Joel scowled at them. Meanwhile, you just sat there silently as you picked at the food on your plate with your fork. For some reason, you were happy that Joel had turned down Tommy's suggestion.

"Tommy is right, Joel, I think you and her would get along well and she's beautiful," Maria shrugged at Joel. "You should meet her and get to know her first."

He hadn't dated in a very long time and hadn't been interested in dating either. He decided that he would agree to get everyone off his back

"Fine, I'll meet her," Joel said as he put his head down and looked up at you. From the corner of Joel's eyes, he can see his daughter and Tommy high-five each other from across the table, while you looked at him with an unreadable expression.

You didn't think that he would agree that easily, but it didn't matter. You couldn't get jealous over someone who isn't yours.

"Great! Tommy and I will go over there to invite them over for this evening and we'll be sure to tell them to invite Tess," Maria winks at Joel.

Before Joel could respond, he was interrupted by Sarah's phone. it began to blow up with messages by the second. Sorry—she said as tried to silence it until eventually, the person called her, making her answer the phone before telling the person on the other line to hold on. Joel was about to scold her until she cut him off, "I gotta take this, I'll be right back. Girl problems!" she tells him with a sheepish expression as she hopped off her chair and started to loudly to talk to the person on the phone as she walked up the stairs to her room.

You all heard her yell into the phone to her friend about some boy before her words became intelligible. You stifled your laugh as you watched the look of defeat washed over Joel's face and he shook his head.

"That girl," Joel whispered, making everyone at the table laugh a bit. When he heard you laugh, he looked at you with a cocked eyebrow, and you did the same.

The split moment between the two of you was briskly intervened by your dad.

"What did you two get into last night?"

You were about to make up some bullshit lie about what you had done last night before you stopped yourself and began to internally freak out because you remembered that Joel caught you smoking weed yesterday and he could easily tell your dad right now if he wanted to. You looked over at Joel with silent pleading eyes not to tell your dad what he saw, but he just looked at you with a blank stare as he proceeded to answer your dad's question.

"Nothing really, I think this one found out there's a balcony connected to her room, you should ask her about it," Joel said before finishing the rest of his food on his plate as he looked over at you. You felt everyone turn their attention to you, making you feel like your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest after Joel said that.

"Oh yeah? How was it, honey?" Your dad asked.

You felt like you had the words guilty written across your forehead, lying was not your strongest suit. You looked around the table and gulped down your spit, noting how amused Joel looked as he watched you become a nervous wreck.

You realized how insane you must've looked at that moment and cleared your throat before speaking up, "it was cool," you said in a composed manner.

"It was just 'cool'?" Your dad asked you, confused by your short response.

There you go again, embarrassing yourself in front of Joel.

"I mean the view was really nice from there, I liked it a lot," you shrugged. Your dad let out a hum, letting you know he was a little more satisfied with your response, making you relax. You looked over at Joel to see him looking at you with a discreet smug look on his face.

...

You had eventually finished their breakfast, to which Joel offered to wash everyone's dishes. Your dad got up from the table with a groan as he grumbled about going to the couch to rest for a bit, while Tommy and Maria headed over to Bill and Frank's house.

You decide to help Joel bring the dishes over to the sink.

"I can help you with that," You tell Joel as placed the mugs down and stood next to him by the sink, grabbing the drying towel that sat on the counter before looking up at him

"I got this, darlin'. You go sit and relax yourself," he said reassured you, yet you made no attempt to move. You shamelessly checked out Joel, watching as he focused on the dish, not even sparing you a glance. He could feel your gaze on him, but he said nothing to you. You peaked down and saw as he gripped the plate with his strong hand as the other rubbed the soap around the plate, the suds were dripping down his wet hand.

You pushed whatever thoughts that were about to appear in your head and looked back up at Joel. "It's fine, Joel. You wash, I'll dry," You tell him. He stops scrubbing before looking back at you, letting out a sigh, and going back to what he was doing.

You said nothing to him as you dried the dishes and Joel said nothing to you as well. There was this weird, awkward tension that lingered between you two. You got a feeling that Joel wanted to say something, he was just waiting on the right time to say it. You decided to break the silence first.

"Thanks for-um-for not saying anything to my dad, by the way,"

"That was nothing, sweetheart. Didn't wanna get you in trouble," was all he said. You weren't sure what to say after that so it went back to being silent.

Joel rinsed off the plate then passed it to you before clearing his throat and speaking up. "So, uh, how'd you sleep last night?" He asked you lowly and passed the plate to you. As you open your mouth to respond and go to reach for the plate, your body stills and your words get stuck in your throat. You had registered what he had said to you.

He was so casual with his words; to anyone else in this house, it didn't seem like anything, it was just Joel asking about you. However, you both knew there was a deeper meaning.

Joel new favorite thing was making you flustered-saying things to you that would catch you off guard and just leaving you hanging. He absolutely loved it.

"Oh come one, sweetheart, I asked you a question. It would be rude not to answer me," he said teasingly as he pushed the plate toward you some more so that you could take it.

You slowly reach for it as you watched him from the corner of your eyes, afraid to even turn your head to him. "I-I slept pretty well. Wha-what about you?" You asked him. You were nervous as hell and you could feel your hands shaking, so you decided to start drying the wet plate in your hand to cover it up.

"Me too, sweetheart," he said to you. You thought that was going to be the end of that conversation, but no, he kept going. "You know what though?" He asked you before turning to face you, got close, and bent his head down slightly to catch your eyes, but never did because your eyes were laser-focused on the now dry plate in your hand. You could feel his warm body close to yours.

"I was sitting on that balcony last night and heard some strange noises comin' from your room, had t'make sure you were alright before I went to bed." He said as he began to speak you again, "but I'm sure you were too busy to notice, right, darlin'?"

Kill me, you thought to yourself, just fucking kill me.

He was right, you were too busy too notice, but you refused to admit that to Joel. Just as you were about to lie to him again, you think back to the night before when he had called you out on lying to him about smoking.

You sat the plate down with the other plates and looked up at Joel, "I don't know what you're talking about," you say innocently as you turn your head to look at him and gave a tight, faux smile, which he returned as well.

This motherfucker.

"Mmm, I'm sure you don't, sweetheart." He says before the phony smile dropped from his face as he got closer to you. Your eyes flicker over to where your dad was sitting, making sure that he didn't see what was going on, before going back to Joel's dark ones.

"But I know what I saw when I looked in that room. I saw the way you fingering that wet cunt, moaning my name," he whispered to you menacingly. You suddenly feel his damp finger gliding across the back of your arm, causing goosebumps to spread around your body. You tried to move put some distance between the two of you, but he followed. "Cummin' all over those fingers while you thought of me."

There is no way your dad's friend is admitting that he watched you finger fuck yourself, while you moaned his name at that. It didn't feel real to you.

You had yet to say anything back to Joel, so he kept going. "Made me cum so hard in my hand. I couldn't help myself, you looked so perfect touching yourself." Instantly, you gasped loudly before looking over at your dad again, and luckily he wasn't paying a lick of attention. The sound of the running water must've covered it up.

Joel's confession should've disgusted you, but it didn't—in fact, it turned you on a lot. Some sick part of you liked that he jerked off while watching you.

Finally, you had gotten the courage to speak up. "You're a sick fucking bastard, Joel," you told him as you push his arm from you and your face scrunched with false disgust. "A sick pervert," You spit out at him as you turn your body to him and point close to his face.

You refused to feed his ego, which was already inflated.

Your words did nothing to him, not even a little bit. "Oh, honey..." he said as his large hand rested on your lower back, "You were the one moanin' my name last night, but I'm the pervert? Now that ain't fair," Joel smirked.

You scoff before you speak again. "Get your hands off me now before I tell my dad."

Instead of letting you go, Joel pulls you into his body, making your hands come up to his chest so you can push away. Still, he didn't budge and kept pulling you closer to the point you could feel the hardness of his cock against your stomach.

What a sick man he is.

"Do it, baby, and I'll tell 'em all about what I saw and heard last night," he says as his hand drifts down to get a quick squeeze of your ass.

"You liked thinkin' about me fuckin' you? Makin' you squirm while you cum all over my fat cock." He whispered. You saw how Joel's eyes darkened with desire as he said this. Truthfully, it was giving you a strong indescribable feeling deep down in your stomach, reaching your core.

For a brief moment, the disgusted expression on your face faltered, your eyes had batted open and shut, and you let out a shaky sigh as you looked up at Joel—hopeful that he hadn't seen your quick moment of weakness. Except, he did. You looked back up at him only to see him deeply observing your face with a small smirk on his face as if he had just accomplished something great.

"You liked that?" He asked you cockily with his hand still resting on your ass. You just rolled your eyes at him as you tried to push yourself away from him a second time. "You like it when I talk to you like that?"

You didn't even have to answer him because he already knew the answer.

"You need to let me go before someone catches us, Joel," You tried to change the subject, but this only made his smirk bigger.

"Aw come on, sweetheart, no one is gonna see us," Joel insisted before looking over at your dad. "They're all doin' their own thing

His actions after this had caught you off guard.

You can feel his big hand trail up your body, while his other one still rested on your ass to keep you close to him; going from the back of your waist to the front and going up to your breasts, giving them a quick, firm squeeze as he cupped them over your shirt. You whimpered as you looked down at the sight between you and looked back up at him.

Joel's hand moved up again, but this time he wrapped his fingers around your neck. He loved the softness of your neck against his rough calloused hand.

His long fingers flexed around your neck, growing firmer as he held your face up at an angle just under your jaw as he bent down. "Or I can take you upstairs if you want..." Joel's grip tightened some more. "Make sure to take my time with you, darlin'," He said as your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. Not because of his hand around your throat—Joel made sure he wasn't choking you to death, but because of his words.

Joel had this seductive nature about him and it was obvious that he knew how to use it to his full advantage. He could probably get you to do anything he wanted.

Fuck—you couldn't believe that you were actually thinking about saying yes to Joel after the way he spoke to you. But again, there was some sick part of you that got a kick out of the way he spoke to you. You weren't exactly sure what it was about Joel that you allowed him to speak to you this way, but if this were anyone else, you were sure that you would have absolutely freaked out on them.

"Fuck, Joel," you whined as you felt him inhale the scent of your perfume that you spritzed a little below your ear earlier this morning.

"Mmm, you smell so good, baby, just wanna taste you," He murmured, taking in your scent. His mouth was so close to your neck, you wanted him to place his plush lips onto it. You wanted to feel the prickly feeling of his facial hair on your neck while he sucked, licked, and kissed it.

"Sweetheart!" You heard your dad call out, instantly pulling you out of the half-conscious state that Joel had you in. Your eyes shot wide open as quickly pushed Joel away from you, making release your neck and causing him almost fall to the ground as he stumbled back. Shit—he cursed out as he caught himself. You really didn't mean to push him that hard, but you were deathly afraid of your dad catching sight of his closest friend choking his daughter behind his back.

"Uh-yeah? I mean, yes, dad?"" You said as you scrambled to fix your clothes and make yourself seem as normal as possible. The adrenaline rush made you feel like your heart was damn near beating out of your chest and made your hands shake with fear.

"Y'all still ain't done with the dishes yet?" He asked, making you tried to voice out some lame excuse, but was unable to. Instead, all you could do was make these odd sounds.

"Anyway, you don't mind gettin' me a glass of water, do you? This damn headache won't go away," he groaned out. You felt relief at the fact that he couldn't hear the nervousness in your voice.

"N-No, I'll-uh-get it for you in a sec," You told him as you looked over at Joel. He just looked at you with a faint worrisome expression on his face—his breathing was just as hard. You gave him an apologetic look before getting the glass of water for your dad.

You made no attempt to look at Joel as you brushed past him, you were too ashamed to look his way. Your hand was still trembling as you walked over to your dad, who was sprawled out on the couch, and handed him the water.

"Here you go,"

"Thanks, sweetheart!" He gave you a weak smile before downing the water, to which you returned as well. You plopped down next to your dad on the large couch as you heard Joel shut the water off in the kitchen and shuffled his way up the stairs.

You sat there feeling guilty as your dad talked to you about whatever was on his mind.

Even though you and Joel didn't go all the way, it still wasn't right to think of him in that way or allow him to do those things to you. You decided that you were going to stop thinking about joel for good.

...

Bill and Frank were great, though Frank was a little more lively. The moment you greeted them Frank gave you a quick side hug with a bright smile on his face, which caught you be surprise, and Bill just stood awkwardly next his husband as he introduced himself to everyone.

And then there was Tess.

You along with Sarah watched the painful sight in front of you as her and Joel introduced themselves to each other. You tried not to listen to their conversation, but you were curious and you couldn't help it. They barely speaking a word to each other besides saying their names and where they were from, which made you a little happy because it meant Joel wasn't interested.

Thank god.

"Well, that was a fail," you heard Sarah say not-so quietly, making you let out a chuckle.

Then Tess came over to us, making you both straighten up. From the moment you met her, she was nothing but nice to you and Sarah. She introduced herself to the two of you, smiled, and shook your hands.

"I'm Sarah, Joel's daughter," Sarah beamed at her.

"It's nice to meet you, Sarah," Tess smiled warmly at the young girl before turning to you, "And what's your name, sweetheart?" She asked. Her calling you sweetheart caught you by surprise honestly.

"Oh, i'm Y/N...that man right there is my dad," you said as you pointed to your father who was a little behind Tess, making her laugh a bit.

"Well, it's lovely meeting you as well." She softly stroked your arm, causing you to tremble with nervousness. Just as she finished her sentence, your dad and Tommy suggested that all the older adults go and hang out in the back while there was still light, to which they all agreed.

"Hopefully I'll catch up with you girls later?" she asked. Sarah and you just nodded your head before she gave the two of you one last smile before walking to the back.

That was weird, you thought for a moment.

"Tess seems nice," you said now that the house was completely silent, making Sarah nod her head in agreement.

"Yeah, she did, too bad my dad didn't seem interested in her," she shook her head, "anyway, what do you wanna do now that it's just us?"

"Mmm," You tried to think about what you could do with her, "I think Maria has some cookie dough in the fridge, you wanna bake cookies and play card games?" You asked the young girl.

"Sure!"

The two of you walked to the kitchen—you grabbed the cookie dough from the fridge and the baking sheet from the bottom cabinet. "You mind preheating the oven?"

Sarah walked over to the oven before staring at it, confused on how to use it. "Um, I think you're gonna have to do it. I'm not sure how to even work this thing," she turned to you.

You let out a giggle as you go to preheat the oven. After you did that, you stood next to Sarah as you both began to place cookies onto the baking sheet.

"You know we're gonna have to make a lot, right?" Sarah giggles out.

"And why is that?"

"My dad is obsessed with chocolate chip cookies," She confessed to you, "he'd probably eat them all if you let him."

This made you laugh.

Joel Miller liking chocolate chip cookies came to somewhat as a surprise to you. He didn't seem like the type to enjoy sweets, but according to his daughter he did and you found it cute.

Once you two had finished putting the last pieces of cookie dough on the sheet, you picked it up and went to open the oven. "Can you put on a time for 15 minutes, please?" You asked her as you place them into the oven.

"Sure," Sarah then began the timer for the cookies right as you closed the oven.

"So what was up with that phone call you got earlier? Sounded pretty serious," you asked her as you sat down at the island next to her.

Sarah lets out a loud sigh before talking, "where do I even start," she groaned. She began to tell you all about the drama amongst her friend group—supposedly, her best friend, Lillian, got with their ex-best friend's current boyfriend and now it's a whole situation. Sometimes you would ask a question or even give your two cents about the situation.

"And you wanna know the kicker to all this? Him and Lillian used to date last year and our ex-best friend got with him while they were dating, so we kicked her out the friend group," Sarah tells you. As soon as you let out a dramatic gasp, the alarm for the fifteen minutes had went off.

You got up and went to the oven, "wait, why would Lillian get back with him again? That doesn't seem smart," You say as you grab the mits from the countertop and took the cookies out the oven.

"I don't know," Sarah sighs out, you couldn't help but to laugh at her frustration at the situation.

Teenagers are so funny.

"You guys are crazy," You tell her as you, "You should tell your friend to leave him alone, he seems like bad news,"

"I have, but she doesn't listen," Sarah said in a disappointed tone.

You just shrugged your shoulders, "cookies are done, we just gotta let them cool for a bit,"

Just as you were letting the cookies cool down, Sarah asked you about your high school experience. You began to tell her all about it—your friend group was small and you mostly stayed to yourself throughout the whole time there. You made sure to focus on your school work rather than getting wrapped up in the silly drama or with boys.

Bill walks into the house and asked where the bathroom was, which you point him to the direction where it was and he went on with his business.

A few minutes later, as you and Sarah were munching on the soft chocolate chip cookies, Bill comes back from the bathroom, "It smells delicious in here," he mumbles as he makes his way to the door.

"You can have some if you would like, Bill? We made sure to make enough for everyone," You told him as you give him a small smile.

"I shouldn't," he said reluctantly, but you quickly reassured him that he could have some if he wanted.

"Well if you insist," Bill grabs a napkin before taking two cookies and said a low thanks as he made his way outside with them.

"I bet they're all gonna come in here to get cookies," Sarah laughs as she finished up her cookie.

And she was right.

They all eventually crowded into the kitchen around the island as they devoured the cookies, nearly eating them all. In between their chews, they spoke loudly to each other.

You tried to engage in with conversation with them, but you were too busy watching Joel. You watched as he had his right arm wrapped loosely around his daughter's shoulders while the other one brought cookies up to his mouth—he looked relax right now.

And sexy too.

You didn't see that Tess was next to you until she spoke up.

"Thank you for the cookies by the way, they were really good," She said to you with a kind smile on her face as she looked at you. Her eyes lingered on your face for a little

"Oh-thanks! I-It was nothing really, we were just really bored and needed something to do," You laughed awkwardly, squirming with nervousness. You couldn't even make eye contact with her while speaking to her.

Tess made you feel nervous in ways that you couldn't describe. Not as nervous as Joel makes you, but close.

"No problem, sweetie,"

...

You were starting to fucking hate this.

Sitting here and pretending to not be affected by watching Joel flirt with the hot, older woman made you want to flip your shit.

You hated to admit it, but your dad and Tommy was right—Tess absolutely was Joel's type. She's hot, smart, a tough woman, yet she was kind, and most importantly, she is close in age to Joel. She was also kind of like the female version of Joel.

At first, there was this awkward tension between Tess and Joel that was almost hilarious to you, but it quickly dissolved as the evening progressed and the drinks began going, making it no longer funny to you.

You had to remind yourself that you decided to back off of Joel that morning, but whatever was happening between the two quickly made you forget about it.

After a little while of being around them in the kitchen after baking the cookies, you sat down on the couch to unwind for a bit. However, that quickly ended when Joel and Tess decided to join on the couch right across from you.

While everyone was still sitting around the kitchen island, listening to music and laughing, you were sipping on your beer and looking at them with no expression on your face.

You didn't even like beer, you just needed something to drink on right now.

Joel was relaxed as he spoke to her, with his muscular thighs spread wide open as he held onto the beer in between them while the other arm rested on the head of the couch. He looked so relaxed and comfortable talking to her.

Sometimes, your eyes would sweep down his body, causing you to catch sight of his pants-covered bulge. You weren't going to lie and say that you weren't looking because you absolutely were.

Next to him was Tess, she sat closely to him with her legs folded up on the couch as she faced Joel, giving him her undivided attention. They both spoke in hushed whispers to each other, occasionally letting out some laughs.

She looked so beautiful as she sat there attentively listening to Joel as she gave him a smirk and flipped her long hair to the side, giving him a view of her neck.

God, you hated how jealous this made you.

And the worst part of this all is that he hadn't given you an ounce of attention since she got here. Ever since the incident in the kitchen this morning, he was distant and didn't pay you any mind—matter-of-fact, Joel just pretended that you didn't exist and that made you even more mad. Whenever you were around, he would avoid eye contact with you.

While you were staring down Joel and Tess, Sarah had suddenly appeared next to you as she plopped down on the seat next to you.

"You alright?" She asked you as you took another sip of your beer. "You look pissed right now."

Was it that obvious? If Sarah can notice the look on your face, that meant so did everyone else.

"Oh, me? I'm good, just some boy problems back at college," You lied to Sarah so she wouldn't know the real reason you looked mad.

Okay—was all she said to you, sounding unconvinced, but didn't push any further.

"My dad and Tess look pretty comfortable now," She leaned over and whispered to you. "Never seen him this way with a woman before,"

Honestly, this didn't seem surprising to you at all.

From the way Joel seemed reluctant to even get to know Tess earlier and the awkwardness when she had gotten here made it very apparent to you. Had you not seen any of this, you would've thought that he was quite the ladies man from the way he spoke to you whenever the two of you were alone.

"Interesting," was all you said as you took a sip of your beer again.

"Anyway, you wanna go to my room and watch a movie?" Sarah asked. "I'm gettin' bored of them already," You laughed and nodded your head in agreement and began to get off the couch, still watching the two across from you. Still, Joel continued to talk to the lady without even spairing you a glance.

You let out a scoff and roll your eyes as you make your way to the steps to go upstairs.

Fuck Joel.

...

It was getting late and Sarah eventually fell asleep a some time after you started the second movie. She was knocked out cold. You were tired as well, but not fully tired to the point that you were ready for bed—you didn't feel like hanging out with everyone down stairs and you didn't feel like seeing Joel and Tess all over each other either so you decided to go to your room for the night.

Before quietly slipping out of Sarah's room, you made sure to put the blanket over her and turn off the tv. Afterwards you brushed your teeth and changed into your pajamas, which was just a tank top and your underwear, before getting into bed.

For a while, you laid in the dark and scroll through Instagram while you blasting music through your headphones. You were tired, but not fully tired to the point that you were ready for bed—you didn't feel like hanging out with everyone down stairs and you didn't feel like seeing Joel and Tess all over each other either.

You suddenly felt the vibrations of a door slamming shut and heard the muffled sounds as well, making you yank your headphones off. It almost scared you to death.

You waited a moment to hear for any sounds that might follow up after. It was silent for the most part besides the sound of Joel's heavy footsteps next door, he must be getting ready for bed. You also assumed that Bill, Frank, and Tess had went back to their place because you didn't hear the music playing downstairs anymore or the sound of them talking loudly.

You were about to put your headphones back on until you heard Joel start to talk. You thought that he must've been on the phone or talking to himself until you heard the tone of a females voice—it was Tess. You couldn't make out what they were saying, but you hear them talking back and forth to each other.

At this point, you were holding your breath as you tried to eavesdrop, completely interested as to what they were doing in Joel's room together.

Joel must've said something funny to Tess because she laughed fairly loud at whatever he said.

He isn't that funny, you begrudgingly thought to yourself.

One of them flopped down on the bed, causing the bed to creak and the headboard hit against the wall. And because the beds were on the same wall, you could hear almost everything. They continued to talk for a while until it went completely silent and the bed creaked again.

You didn't want to jump to conclusions because you weren't sure what was going on in that room and you and Joel aren't anything so it really shouldn't matter to you. You also felt weird sitting there in the dark, snooping on Joel and Tess so you decided to try and get some sleep.

You readjusted in the bed and closed your eyes—occasionally tossing and turning because it felt like there was a million thoughts going through your mind right now.

Your eyes snapped open when you heard faint sounds of the bed screeching and the headboard thumping against the wall. The sounds were unbroken until Tess lets out a low moan, causing the noise to come to an abrupt stop and Joel shushes her.

He was fucking her and you were hearing it.

Joel says something to her and the noise continues again, this time it was a little fast. Your heart was beating against your chest just as fast, if not faster. The sound of your heart beating almost muted the sounds of Joel and Tess fucking.

Joel's grunts got a little louder as Tess lets out a few fucks here and there along with a couple moans. You listen closely to the plap-plap-plap sound that were smothered by the wall.

There's no way that you were the only one hearing this because they were not quiet.

It probably would've been best if you put your headphones back on, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. There was something about it that made you furious, yet aroused. It shouldn't have, but it did and so much to the point that you felt a throb begin to form at your core.

You needed to relieve the ache somehow and suddenly this bright idea popped into your head. You slipped your underwear off and threw them somewhere off the bed before grabbing a pillow as you get onto your knees on the bed and tucked in the sides a bit, and straddled it.

You began to steadily rocking your hips back and forth, feeling your folds grind against the pillow and the wetness spreading as you became increasingly wet, as you tried to match the pace. Quiet whimpers escaped your mouth though you were trying to stay silent.

You felt like a creep listening to them and you knew you would feel ashamed of your actions later, but right now you didn't care, you just wanted to touch yourself.

At that moment, you thought back to earlier, remembering the way that Joel sat on the couch, sprawled out as he talked to Tess. You imagined him under you, seated the same way while you were on top of him grinding against his hard cock. His warm, rough hands would be gripping at your waist underneath your tank top, as he guided your hips. One of his hands would trail up to your braless breast and cup it while he would thumb at your erect nipple.

You grab onto the headboard, picturing it was his shoulders you were holding onto.

"Feel so good, daddy," You breathed out as if he were actually under you. "Makin' me feel soo good,"

"Atta girl, you like grindin' your pussy against this cock? Huh, baby?" he would ask you before letting out a loud grunt as he tried to hold back from cumming over his stomach and between your thighs.

Goosebumps trailed down your spine as you imagined this and your hips move faster against the pillow, making the headboard hit the wall harder.

"Yes, Joel," you moaned out as if he were actually there, not even realizing how loud you were.

You assumed you weren't being loud at all, but in actuality, you were. Tess and Joel had heard everything from the moment you started. Due to the wall and the fact that you were just so caught up in your own fantasies, you couldn't even hear them talking about you.

"S-she can hear us, Joel," Tess groaned out to Joel, but not once did Joel stop his thrust. He kept going because knowing that you were pleasuring yourself turned him on.

"Yeah? Let her hear," Joel purred as he felt Tess pulse around his cock. His thrust got faster, intensifying the harsh sound of the frame striking against the neighboring wall.

Just on the other side of the wall, you were hunched over listening to them and humping against the poor pillow. "P-Please, daddy, don't stop," You shook your head as you go to grip the pillow under you so you could get more friction. You could feel the sweat dripping down your face from how intense this whole thing was, but you didn't dare to stop.

You were barely listening to Joel and Tess anymore as you were close to your orgasm.

"Don't fuckin' stop," your torso was stiff as you opened your legs wider and pushed your core down on the pillow harder. Your toes wiggled and curled as you were seconds away from cumming. You whimpered Joel mindlessly the closer you got.

You needed this badly, you need him.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cumming," was the last thing you rasped before biting down on your lip. Not once did you stop nor slowed down the thrust of your hips as you shook with pleasure. You kept going as you chased your climax, hardly even breathing.

Right after you, Joel came shortly after.

"Aw, fuck!" he grunted loudly as he held onto Tess' hips. His seed spilling into the condom. Because his thoughts were so hazy at the moment and the only thing he could think of you, he nearly moaned out your name while fucking Tess, but thankfully he stopped himself before it could roll off his tongue.

"Shit, Joel," Tess groaned, cumming around his cock. Joel stayed behind her for a moment, still holding onto her buckling hips.

Eventually, Joel pulls out and collapses next to her before pulling the condom from his cock, tying it, and sat it on the nightstand. Tess does the same. They both say nothing to each other as they lay there.

Joel wondered what you were doing now.

Meanwhile, you were still trying to catch your breath, still holding onto the headboard as you tried to calm yourself.

You heard the talking as they got out the bed and moved around the room to put on their clothes you assumed.

Finally, Joel's door opens and you can hear them walking out of the room and go down stairs.

The front door opens as they quietly exchanged a few words to each other.

Joel eventually shuts the door and makes his way back upstairs. Once again, you could hear his heavy footsteps as he trot up the steps.

You decided that once he goes back in his room, you were going to dash to the bathroom to clean up the mess you made on yourself.

You were about to get out of the bed so you could clean yourself until heard Joel's feet about to shuffle past your door before he stopped right in front of it. You sat down on the middle of the bed, waiting for him to go to his room.

Joel hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether or not he should knock on your door, but he decided to do it anyway.

Joel's hard knuckles knocks at your door making your body go stiff. You were going to pull the blanket over your body and answer him, but you decided to pretend to act like you were sleeping.

You thought that this worked until your door suddenly swung open, revealing the large outline of Joel Miller. You scrambled to pull the duvet over the bare bottom-half of your body, hoping that he didn't see anything.

He stood there a moment before speaking up. "You good, sweetheart?" Joel asked you. He obviously knew you were awake.

It took you a few seconds before you replied as you were trying to calm your beating heart after he scared you. "Yeah, i'm fine, Joel," you said, thinking that he would just fuck off and go back to his room, he didn't. Instead, he came fully walked into the room and closed the door behind himself before making his way over to the bed.

"W-What the hell are you doing, Joel?" You asked him, caught off guard that he would just come in here.

Joel was going to speak until he realized something got caught onto his slipper as he approached the edge of your bed, making him suddenly stop and look down. Because it was dark in the room, he could tell what it was, but it was obvious that it was a piece of clothing. He bends down and grabs it, feeling a slight dampness to it before coming back up and holding the material out in front of him.

Joel goes to flick on the lights and your heart flutters when you see what he was holding. You look at Joel with a panic look on your face and see that he had this surprise, yet smug expression on his face.

It was your fucking underwear that you threw off.

"Look what we have here, sweetheart," He says as he walks closer to the bed, making you clutch the duvet closer to your body. "These yours?" He asked you even though he knew the answer.

"Can you put them down, please?" You pleaded with him silently as your face burned with embarrassment. He doesn't answer you, instead he brings the damp fabric up to his nose and inhales your scent, closing his eyes as he took it in. You let out a squeak, surprised that he was doing this.

Again, if this were anyone else you'd probably be creeped out by this, but there was something about Joel that made you want him badly.

"Smells so fuckin' good," he says as he pulled them away from his nose. You just look at him, mouth agape as he opens his eyes, balls up your panties into his hand, and sits on the edge of the bed. As if your grip couldn't get any tighter, you pull at the duvet again, hoping that Joel wasn't seeing anything under it. He immediately noticed you doing this and looked at you curiously with his dark eyes, making you feel nervous.

"What's under the blanket, baby?"Joel asked as he pointed at your lap.

You shook your head and avoided eye contact with him, "please don't make me do this, Joel," you begged him again, but he didn't budge one bit.

"Oh come on. Be a good girl and show me what you're hiding under there," He said sternly. You didn't need much convincing because you quickly gave into his demand. You slowly move the blanket off of you, shaking as the feeling the air hits between your legs.

Joel groans at the sight. "Baby, look at you," his deep southern voice says so softly as he brings his warm on on top of your thigh, making your thighs clench together.

"No no no, you don't close those legs unless I tell you, you understand me?" You nodded your head and let him pull your legs open.

"So beautiful up close," He groans out. His hand moved to the inside of your thigh and slid up, making you whimper. Your core throbbed again, longing for him, but he never did.

"Touch me, daddy, please." You whispered to him, so desperately.

"Mmm, not tonight, baby," He says, while his fingers continued to tease you. "Can you do somethin' for me?" He asked softly.

"Yes, Joel," you said and nodded your head without a second thought, ready to do anything he asked you.

"I want you to show me how you were touchin' yourself when you were listenin' to me and Tess,"

You stilled once he said this, you didn't know that he heard you moaning. "W-what?"

"Don't be so surprised, girl. You weren't bein' very quiet." He teased you before speaking up again. "Now, I want you to show me,"

You sat there for a moment, embarrassed that you were about to do this in front of Joel. You grab the cum-soaked pillow before getting up onto your knees on the bed and stradling it, trying not to look at him.

"Look at me." He orders. You look at him, feeling nervous as he watched you with his intense gaze. "Now, ride the pillow. Slowly."

At first, you were reluctant as you began to slowly grind against the pillow, so embarrassed at the moment that you couldn't even enjoy the pleasure. And the look on Joel's face made you want to die.

He brings his hand onto your thigh making your stop, "Relax yourself," he mutters.

You nod your head before you let out a loud sigh. You try to calm yourself down before you lean forward, making your back arch and held onto the pillow with one hand while the other kept you up.

You began to move your hips, this time feeling a little more comfortable as you did so. You let out a weak whine as the pillow grazed against your wet clit.

"Good, darlin', go a lil faster now,"

You didn't need any convincing with that, you instantly went faster, making the bed frame to knock against the wall.

Joel's cock jumped in his pants as he watched you with greed in his eyes. He wished he could take you right there, make you weep and bite into the pillow as he pounded into your wet pussy.

"Look at ya, humping that pillow like a slut," he groaned, thinking about you riding him the same way. "You like being a slut, don't you?" Joel asked you.

"Mmhmm—I love it so f-fucking much, Joel," You moaned as you convulse on the pillow, nearly cumming.

"P-please—" was all you said. You couldn't even get the words out of your mouth as the the uncontrollable waves of pleasure passed through your body.

"Please what, baby? What do you want?" He pressed for you to continue your sentence.

"Please touch me, I need to feel you right now," You grab Joel's hand from the bed and bring it up to your breast, taking him by surprise.

Such a needy girl, Joel thought as he felt your hard nipples through the cotton. He fumbled and teased at them before pinching your nipple, making you yelp loudly and your back arch more.

"Baby, you gotta be quiet or someone will hear you." He whispered to you, trying to get you to be quiet.

Instead of just being quiet, you shook your stubbornly, closed your eyes in pleasure, and bit your lips, loving the feeling you were experiencing right now.

"I don't give a fuck," You said as you breath out a humorless chuckle, after releasing your lip from your teeth.

The way you were acting right now in front of Joel surprised him a bit—it was different than the way you were this morning, even minutes ago. He didn't mind though, not one bit. Joel actually enjoyed seeing you this way. So wild, allowing your pleasure to take over.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum," You gasped out.

"Yeah? You gonna cum?" Joel teased. Mmhm, you whimpered in response as he releases your breast and starts to move his hand up your shirt, starting from your hips and going up your tank top. He palms your breast again, feeling the goosebumps rise on your skin, and flicks your nipple hard.

"Come on, cum for me, sweetheart. I wanna hear you moan for me," He eagerly said as he watched your body tremble, ready to fall apart for him. Your moans got louder and louder before your breathing hitched and got caught in your throat.

You came almost immediately, your body shook and your hand went to your clit as you keep on grinding on the pillow, intensifying your orgasm. "Daddy, oh fuu-shit!" you squeaked.

"Look at you, my pretty, slutty baby. Cummin' so hard f'me," he purred, but you couldn't get out your words. You were so overwhelmed that you nearly fell over as you tried to keep yourself up, but luckily you didn't.

Joel continued to spew out teasing comments as he egged on your climax, until you eventually calmed down a bit. He removed his hand from your shirt as your slumped against the bed with exhaustion.

He let out a chuckle as you face plant into the bed before giving your back some rubs as he tried to calm you down. You were breathing heavy as your body trembled and your hips rolled against the pillow, causing you to let out a dreamy moan.

"Oh darlin', come on, get up so you can lay down right...gonna hurt your back laying like that," Joel said to you softly. You were tired as hell and on the verge of falling asleep right there, so you stayed there for a little before getting up.

Once you did get up, you fell back into the soft pillows with your eyes closed as you felt yourself relax into them.

You can feel as Joel grabbed the pillow from that you humped from between your legs. You thought that he was going to put it to the side or something, but that wasn't the case at all.

"Oh, baby, look at the mess you made," you hear him say, almost moaning. Your eyes shoot open, which you catch him running his finger through your wetness on the pillow, bringing it to his mouth, and licking it off. He groaned the moment it touches his tongue, which made your eyes widen with shock and you let out a gasp.

To Joel, you tasted as good as you smelled and he loved it.

"Joel, why would you do that?" You asked him, shocked that he would do that.

He gives you a wide smirk, making your stomach flutter with butterflies. "Why not, baby? You taste so good."

You say nothing after this, feeling flustered by his actions.

It was quiet between the two of you until you remembered that you didn't have anything on from the waist down.

You were tired, but you gathered the strength to get up from the bed.

"Where you goin', sweet girl?" Joel asked you as you made your way to your bag.

There's that name again. You loved it when he called you that.

"Just grabbin' some shorts," you looked over at Joel as you bent down to grab your shorts and put them on, feeling his eyes on you, watching you so intensely. "I can feel you watching me, Mr. Miller," you tease him.

"Mr. Miller, huh?" You turned around and made your way back to the bed to find Joel still watching you.

You just nodded your head as you plopped down onto the bed a lay down. You pat the spot next to you, trying to get him to lay down next to you, which he obviously got the hint.

"Want me to lay with you, darlin'?" He looked over to you, searching your face for permission.

You quickly nodded your head as you scoot over to make room for Joel, making him crack a small smile on his hard face.

God he looked so handsome when he smiled.

"Alright, baby."

Joel laid on his back on the pillow next to you, making readjust yourself as you snuggled into him with your head and hand resting on his chest. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, pressing you closer to his body.

You laid there listening to his steady heart beat, your heavy eyelids almost closed.

You noticed that he had all the chances to touch you, even have sex with you, yet he never did and it made you wonder why.

Before you could stop yourself, you called his name."Joel?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?" He asked

You hesitated before speaking up again, afraid of what you might hear from him, but fuck it.

"Why won't you touch me?" You asked him curiously, the sleep was audible in your voice.

He was quiet for a moment, making your wrench with rejection, until he spoke up. "One day, baby. Just not right now, okay?"

You nodded your head against his chest before answering. "Okay," You said softly, feeling somewhat content with his response, but still feeling a little rejected.

At least he didn't say never, you thought to yourself.

"Good girl, now get some sleep." He said, making you nuzzle into his chest and close your eyes, almost instantly drifting to sleep as you felt his hard body under you.

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[cultofdixon]

He’ll pay, sunshine. I’ll make sure he does

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • The lineup. Took more than what you expected. A price had to be paid… • ANGST/SFW • TW: Pregnancy / Canon Violence / Anxiety Attacks / Injuries / Scars • rewriting canon, baby

Requested by: Anon

“Hm. Well don’t we have a looker here” The leader smirks bringing himself over to the woman shaking beside the retired sheriff. “Now I have a proposition for yea…that leaves all of y’all alive” he states gently taking her chin in between his fingers.

The smallest action lead the archer to get up and lunge at the head Savior, only to be knocked down by a henchman and the guy the pinned individual had brought up before. The man that took his crossbow during the wolves attack, aimed his arrow at his head. Making the woman the leader fancied to start sobbing.

“Should I end him?”

“Nah, stand down Dwighty boy.” He laughs at his enthusiasm. “Now on your feet little lady” he extended his hand toward the crying woman as she was extremely hesitant. “If yea don’t do what I say…I’ll have him kill what I could only assume is someone you care deeply about” he kept the smirk on his face knowing it was adding to the intimidation factor as the woman felt every part of her scream when she took his hand.

Once she was brought to her feet, the man carefully took a hold of her face making the tears fall even harder. He couldn’t help the amusement he was receiving.

“God you’re gorgeous when you’re cryin’, doll” He chuckles to himself as he pulls her along with him while his bat dragged in the dirt on his other side. “If you accept my offer, no one dies. If you refuse…it’s the pretty one to go first”

The offer wasn’t even stated but the anxiety lead to the sickly woman to yell out at the leader to this gang.

“She’s pregnant! You wouldn’t kill a pregnant woman…”

“Hm. You’re right, but it’s the two for one special if yea don’t listen” He scoffs followed by a laugh. “To Ricky Rick, y’all’s fearless leader…who is shakin’ in his boots as I manhandle one of his own…will be making the deal”

The growling that came from the archer pinned only grew louder and occasionally cut off by the man who pinned him, shoving more into the gravel. He didn’t like this one bit.

“I don’t take any lives, if I can take her as my wife”

The words rang out to everyone in the lineup as the archer started to thrash under the henchman even more.

“Shut him up or I’ll make it—-“ The leader stopped speaking when he felt the woman grab at his leather jacket bringing her closer with pleading eyes.

“I’ll do anything…don’t hurt him, don’t hurt anyone” She begged as his smirk grew to her words.

“Yeah…I’ll take that instead. Simon!” He yells as his right hand approached the man.

“Yes Negan?”

“Take her to the truck…and knock her man out. Don’t kill’em. I need some leeway” Negan states watching Simon take his new wife away as he couldn’t help but smack her rear as she walked away. “Hm. That was too easy” he says while watching his men knock out the archer before dragging him back in line. “Gotta show you I mean business somehow…” he sighs parching the retired sheriff grabbing him by the collar and dragging him to the RV. “Watch them boys, gonna take our new bitch boy on a joy ride”

Everything happened so quickly…the archer sat there taking it all in, even after the cars drove away once Negan told them what to prepare for. He was frozen in his spot…his girl, his partner,…his everything, and his unborn baby…were taken from him. It may not be in death, but the pain sure felt like it.

“Daryl…we gotta go man…” Glenn frowns feeling his own tears get the best of him as he tried to help Daryl off the ground but the man was cement. He couldn’t stay much longer because of Maggie’s condition but his worry got the best of his expression making Rick take over.

“Brother, we gotta get Maggie to the Hilltop…then head back”

Daryl stayed put, not wanting to leave or the reality will consume him. He’s not going home with his partner…he’s alone. He feels…stuck.

Michonne watches Rick fail to get Daryl to move while Abraham, Sasha, and Glenn took care of getting Maggie to the Hilltop. Aaron checked on Carl as Rosita checked on Eugene. She stood watching the two as she quietly approaches giving her partner a look that led to Rick leaving with the remaining people back to Alexandria.

Leaving Michonne and Daryl alone at the line up.

“You need to get up” Michonne knelt down to him listening to his soft sobs and the smallest whimper that escaped him. “You need to get up for them. We need to go home…prepare…and come up with a plan to save them”

“I failed—-“

“No you didn’t. We know you didn’t” the heartbreak in her own voice lead him to look her in the eye. “Cmon now. She can’t have you die right here” she refers to the bullet wound in his shoulder, but also the mental toll of what has happened weighing him down.

He would’ve laid to rest there, if it weren’t for the hand Michonne provided.

Now all he needs to do is get her back.

The right hand to Negan, Simon, led Y/N into a room with a handful of other women as they all wore black. Felt like a funeral and in her mind, she wishes this was hers and it was some nightmare…that she’ll wake eventually back in his embrace but the anxious pinching proved her wrong and one of the women noticed what she was doing. She didn’t speak up until Simon left the room leaving the women to do their routine whenever Negan received a new wife.

“Where did Negan find you?”

“And why” Another wife asked as Y/N stood there trying to keep herself from crying.

“Usually he takes wives once their community folds, it’s always another brute that’s taken to get mentally beaten into submission”

After hearing that she couldn’t hold it in anymore and started crying, which to three of wives made them quickly try to console Y/N because they didn’t know when Negan would return and knew he wouldn’t like this very much. The fourth one was Sherry, a relatively one like Y/N.

Lives over mine and I’ll never see him again Y/N’s thoughts panicked her as she held herself fearful of what’s to come.

The four got Y/N ready in the attire that Negan has been making his wives dress in. Which a black dress wasn’t all too fancy but it didn’t take long for the other four to take notice of what Negan could also be hanging over Y/N’s community’s heads.

“Did he threaten your life and your baby’s?” Learning their names slowly, Amber had asked Y/N once she was dressed watching her protectively hold her stomach.

“When we said about the brute…this group, these people…must’ve been a real threat to him if they rolled over when you were taken” The one wife with black hair, Tanya started to go on. “They didn’t react like others or you wouldn’t be here, and people from your group would be dead”

“So not to shine a light to the horrors that you might have to endure here, but you saved lives with being taken” Frankie tried to smile it off but hers faded as fast as Y/N’s.

But as much as she wanted to outwardly panic for everyone to see. If what they were saying is true, she needs to suffer. And take care of what’s with her right now.

Their unborn child

“How long have you and Y/N been expecting? You two really kept it a secret up until…” Michonne cut herself off but alluded for Daryl to continue while the two were out hunting.

“Found out right before the prison fell. Thought she was gettin’ sick from the illness…but she took a few tests” Daryl frowns loading the shared hunting rifle between the two. “Came out positive every time. Then the Governor took our home”

“Oh Daryl…why didn’t you say anything—-“

“Cuz we wanted to keep it to ourselves in case—“ Daryl didn’t want to say it. He didn’t want to or who knows what cosmic consequence would occur if he said it while she was away from him. “…it only came out cuz of Dr. Carson, only Maggie knew. Now everybody knows so it don’t matter why we kept it from yea. Alright?” He was getting defensive and Michonne knew she struck a nerve.

She felt awful. She knew what it was like to lose someone close to you, but nothing like having someone taken.

“In some sick way, she saved a lot of us by being taken…”

“Should’ve fought harder…”

“We all should’ve” Michonne sternly states to make it clear to Daryl that they’ve all failed Y/N, that it shouldn’t all be on his shoulders alone.

It’s already been a few days without his partner and he had to be taken out of Alexandria before he punches another person. It’s fine Spencer was the one he punched…a few times. Michonne wasn’t particularly happy with everything either, not that Rick rolled over on his back to Negan but it felt like that. The second his son’s well-being was threatened, the man folded even harder on himself.

When the two returned from the game Michonne had landed the shot on, Daryl stopped in his tracks seeing the back of his girl standing beside the man he wishes would fall into a pit of walkers.

“Ah!” Negan smirks turning toward the two as he eyed the deer over Daryl’s shoulder. “Now ain’t that a beaut you’ve got there, not as beautiful as my wife” he gripped onto Y/N’s bicep bringing herself toward them and forcing her to turn around.

The sudden drop of the deer startled everyone that was tense just from Negan’s presence. Daryl frowns noticing the bruising on Y/N’s neck and how the cardigan he could only assume she was forced to wear to cover up the bandages on her arms.

“Now don’t worry your little head about her” Negan strides over to get up close and personal to Daryl. “Both girls are doin’ fine”

The archer clenched his fists trying his best not to tackle the man down as he couldn’t believe that a special moment that was meant for him and his girl. He didn’t utter a word, knowing damn well he’ll get physical.

“We’ll take your deer, and that gun of yours…then be on our merry way” Negan continued to have that annoying smirk on his face as he headed toward his truck grabbing Y/N once more.

Daryl didn’t stop himself that time as he quickly approached the two but right before he got close, Rick stepped in his way.

“You could kill her if you try anythin’ right now” Rick whispered to Daryl who wasn’t in any mood to have his rage directed toward anybody else.

But he was back in that position, just watching Y/N get taken away by this asshole.

He’ll be six feet under by his hand

“There was a stowaway”

Frankie randomly blurted when the wives were regrouped once Y/N returned with Negan. When the other wives noticed what he has done to her in private quarters, they were plotting their own murder.

“A stowaway? Who would WANT to come here?!” Amber scoffs watching Y/N’s face contort. “You have an idea?”

“I do…but I hope I’m wrong” Y/N frowns rising to her feet approaching the door to the room they were all in, with a bit of hesitance on leaving.

Anything can happen.

You can get people killed.

He could take his life.

Weigh your options.

I’m done cowering Y/N pushes the door open seeing the few men assigned to watch the women staring at her. It was only two, and two she can handle.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I heard Negan’s back…can I see him?”

“He’s in a meeting, princess” One of them scoffs. “You gotta stay out and we’ll radio him” it only took a second for Y/N to step back in, grabbing the wine bottle from behind the wall that was gifted to the women.

“Y/N…” Sherry frowns a bit afraid of what she was going to do and next thing they witnessed was Y/N knock one of them out with the bottle causing it to break and before the other could react, she stabbed the broken end into his throat. “Fuck”

“Who woulda thought we needed an angry pregnant woman to get those two off our asses” Tonya laughs quietly as she waves Amber and Frankie over to help her drag the bodies into the room to keep the evidence hidden for Y/N’s sake.

“What are you going to do now?”

“Get to Negan”

“And kill him?”

“I’m afraid I’ll die trying. I need to get whoever he took, out of here. Whether that be his doing or mine” Y/N frowns toward Sherry as she quickly ran in grabbing one of the knives off the body before giving it to Y/N. “Yknow this is your moment”

“We’ve been here the longest. The guards know our tactics” Frankie frowns, but was quick to recuperate with a smile. “But they obviously don’t know yours”

“If you have the chance? Take it. We’ll get rid of these two” Amber adds as Tonya approaches Y/N.

“But once your group has a plan to tear this place down, don’t forget about us”

“I won’t, I promise”

Sherry led Y/N to where Negan’s room is in the Sanctuary, or close to it as they both noticed the two standing outside the room.

“I’ll distract them”

“How?” Y/N questions as she watches Sherry immediately run over to them in a theatric panic.

“Help! One of the wives is missing” Sherry states in a panic and that was going to be the case, but they were far from where the women stayed and where they currently stood. So Y/N did her best to hide in the blind spot of the turned corner as she watches the three run past.

As Y/N was about to approach Negan’s room to confront him, she quickly whipped back when the door swung open and out came Negan and Carl. Of course it’s Carl that snuck his way here. He shouldn’t have done that…for whatever reason. But now she was alone. No one watching her. This really is her chance.

Y/N immediately went into Negan’s room stripping herself of the annoying dress, and finding her belongings in his room. Which were weird but as she struggled to get, once fitting jeans, onto her person. She noticed the picture that stuck out from her pile of clothes as the panic from the moment she was stripped of her clothing the first night there subsided. She thought she had lost the sonogram that Dr. Carson gave her but the relieved tears spilled happily as she carefully puts it in her back pocket before getting the already oversized black jumper on.

Once the woman got her shoes on and managed to take a gun from the leader’s room, she had taken notice of several things she found in there while making her way to the loading bay without being noticed.

A picture of a woman with him

A discarded wedding band

Polaroid pictures of victims to his actions

and a whole lot more that Y/N knew she was never going to forget. But hopefully keep her child away from in the future.

When she finally reached the loading bay, Y/N felt something. It felt off and her anxiety started to crawl up her spine again that when she heard the footsteps. She didn’t hesitate to aim her gun, only to be met with Jesus’s concerned expression on the other end.

“Oh thank fuck” Y/N sighs holding her belly and the same flutter from seconds before happened again, making her sob as it was another moment missed. “I need to get home…”

“You need to get to the Hilltop, and I’ll take you”

“But—-“

“You’re escaping, Negan will flip Alexandria over first to find you if it comes to that. You’ll have to make do with Hilltop…besides. Maggie and Glenn are there and maybe bringing you there will stop their suicide mission to come and get you”

“W-Where’s—-“

“Daryl? We’ll get him once you’re safe, okay? Once you both are” Jesus reassures as he led the way for Hilltop, or at least far from the Sanctuary enough to Hotwire a vehicle and drive the rest of the way.

Arriving at the Hilltop felt weird, all Y/N thought while stuck in the Sanctuary was the second she escapes she’s going straight to Daryl. But this man still has some sort of chokehold on her and everyone knows he’ll come after her, it was best not to return to the obvious place first.

As the gates opened, Y/N was met with the sight of a sprinting Maggie coming toward her as she couldn’t contain her emotions anymore. She quickly met her halfway, latching onto her the second they embraced.

“Thank god you’re okay” Maggie sighs a whole lot of anxiety away the second Y/N was taken. “I know the others didn’t know til that night but I couldn’t let him—-“

“Yeah no I understand why you said it, Mags” Y/N pulls away wincing slightly as Maggie couldn’t help but gently touch the healing bruises on her neck. “It’s okay, I’m okay. She’s okay”

“We’re still gonna have you checked out” Glenn interrupts the two as he quickly brought Y/N in his embrace watching Maggie behind her be silently excited over the fact that she’s having a girl. The excitement in the dark times made him smile for the moment.

“Everyone’s still alive?”

“Yes” Glenn handed the canteen to Y/N before sitting with Maggie on the couch across her in the Barrington House. “There were a few fights that had happened with the Saviors, but Negan only came once here and once at Alexandria”

“Daryl?”

“Michonne has been keeping him sane enough until we came up with a plan to go and get you” Maggie frowns watching Y/N’s worry get to her again. “He’s okay, from what we’ve heard last…”

“Maggie and I were trying to come up with a safe way to get you. Jesus said every idea was too risky until someone scouted out the place”

“But thank god when he went to do so, he came back with yea. Hopefully the reunion you’re hoping for can happen soon” Maggie smiles watching Y/N lean back into the couch bringing her legs up onto it as she took notice of how protective she was over the tiny human she was preparing for. “Uhm. What happened with Negan when you were with him? Anything we can—-“

“Maggie, I don’t…”

“Right right. Sorry. You just got out. Selfish of me to jump right into—-“

“I don’t want to talk about it…but I can write it down”

Sometimes, when everything is still fresh, you have to do something. So while Y/N was stuck hiding out in the Hilltop until anything, she wrote everything down that she knew about the Sanctuary from what she saw and took notice of. She even drew a mock up of the lay out according to where she’s walked and where she’s been in.

While in the middle of a thought, Glenn opened the door to the trailer they were staying in looking at Y/N as she quickly took notice of him.

“Come on. We’ve got you something”

With a confused look, Y/N brought herself to follow her friend out of the trailer and inevitably toward the front of the Hilltop. Where she noticed Maggie hugging onto Rick given it’s been some time since they’ve seen each other. Since the line up. Wow. That day really separated a few for some time. And her heart started to quicken as her eyes scanned the field noticing Michonne, Tara, Rosita, Sasha, Abraham, Carl,…and him.

Daryl watched their backs when entering the Hilltop and it didn’t take the archer long to notice. No one said anything or dared to interrupt his current thoughts.

She’s alive

They’re alive

My girls

MY GIRLS!

The archer suddenly ran toward who he was staring at which led the others to look his way. Everyone felt a wave of relief when taking note of Y/N standing still, which brought on the following…

“Don’t tackle her Daryl!” Rick laughs watching the man slow his pace when getting close.

“Oh thank fucking god she’s alright” Michonne sighs as she started to make her way over but giving the two enough time.

Y/N instantly wraps her arms around Daryl’s neck pulling him close as he carefully brought his around her pulling her as close as humanely possible to his chest. The tears fell naturally from her eyes as she gripped onto her partner not wanting to let go any time soon. Not like he was going to either.

“He’ll pay Y/N…that fucking bastard will pay” Daryl felt the whimper escape from him as he was holding onto a lot of his feelings ever since she was taken. “He hurt my girls, he’s not living after this”

“Can we not talk about it…I just wanna be right here” Y/N sobbed into his shoulder feeling him adjust but still hold onto her, not ever wanting to let go.

After reuniting with the rest of her family, Daryl and Y/N were left alone in the trailer she’s been staying in as she was laying down in the bed with him right beside her. His hand resting on her belly waiting for it…then when the smallest kick happened, Daryl felt himself fall apart all over again as Y/N gently wiped away his tears.

She’s okay

They both are

[average-vibe]

No One Needs To Know

PAIRING: Sisterinnit x Wilbur (Romantic)

WARNING: Cursing and unedited work (lmk if i missed any <3)

SUMMARY: as a streamers sister, you get to meet one of your brothers friends. too bad hes hot.

PRONOUNS: she/her, lmk if you want it changed.

STUFF YOU NEED TO KNOW: Y/N: your name

People Mentioned: Wilbur Soot, Tommyinnit, Ranboo, Tubbo, Molly, motherinnit

A/N: i made a poll asking which one y’all wanted like 5 weeks ago sooo yeah… sorry lol!

Part 2

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“C’mon, Y/N. I don’t have all day!” Your brother, Tommy complained from outside your door.

“Give me 5 more minutes, Christ!” you yelled back, quickly applying mascara to your eyelashes. To be fair, you probably were taking a bit too long getting ready, but Tommy also was being a little bit of a bitch.

After you finished getting ready, (Tommy told you that ‘If you don’t hurry the fuck up im gonna tell Wilbur that you shit your pants every day!’) you slowly opened the bathroom door to see Tommy flipping you off with a hint of a grin of his face.

“Took you long enough, bitch!” Tommy exclaimed, rolling his eyes. “Thought i was gonna have to tell Wil how often you shit your pants these days!” He laughed, and followed you into the kitchen.

“Mum, we’re leaving now!” you yelled, while tommy yelled, “YEAH, BYE MOTHER!”

“I wanna drive!” Tommy whined as you grabbed the keys, walking out of the house. “I’ll let you pick the music. I wanna drive!” he continued. “okay, okay, whatever, Jesus..” you’d said, handing him the keys with a chuckle.

The car ride was terrifying to say the least, with Tommy getting distracted by your “shit-stained” music taste. When you two finally pulled into the small café you agreed on going to, Tommy was nearly jumping out of the car and into the shop. You watched as he searched for his friend, whom was sitting in the corner, looking at his phone.

“WILBUR!” Tommy screamed as you covered your face and walked over to where he was sitting.

“Hey, you sorry son-of-a-bitch.” Wilbur said, smirking. “And ‘sisterinnit’.” he said, referring to your online persona. Sisterinnit became your nickname because you preferred to not use your real name.

“It’s Y/N.” You corrected, smiling at the rather attractive brunet. “but it’s whatever you want.”

“Alright, Y/N.” he said, smiling back at you, “pretty name.”

“Thank you.” you said, face beginning to turn hot.

“stop fucking flirting with my sister, asshole!” Tommy teased, smiling Wilbur on the back of the head. “save it for when i’m not around, as least.” He begged, after seeing you roll your eyes.

“I’ll try, s’gonna be hard though.” Wilbur flirted, smirking towards you. You felt a red flush cover your face out of embarrassment.

“Is anyone else supposed to be here?” Wilbur said, after a moment of silence.

“yeah, Molly said she’d come, along with Toby and Ranboo.” Tommy answered.

You had met Molly before, as she had been to some family dinners, And Tanboo was basically one of your best friends, and you had heard tommy talk about Toby. but that didn’t help your nerves. You had no idea why, but you were very stressed about today endeavor. You cracked your knuckles, a nervous habit, as you waited for Tommy’s friends.

“Are you alright?” Wilbur asked, furrowing his eyebrows. You studied him, trying to find a hint of teasing, a smirk or crinkle of his eyes. but all you could find was worry.

“Yeah Im fine.” you said with a smile, and his worry seemed to melt away as his honey eyes lightened, and a small smile graced his lips.

After about 5 minutes, Ranboos tall frame became visible as he locked his car and made his way in, waving at the three of you.

“Hey, y’all.” Ranboo said after he made his way over to your group. You liked Ranboo alright, and he was probably the closest out of all of Tommy’s friends. He was always calm around you, and when you lived with Tommy, Ranboos clam demeanor was a godsend.

After everyone said hi to ranboo, you all began to discuss random topics, ranging from colors to birds. Eventually, Toby and Molly came in at the same time, both finding your group and waving aggressively.

“Hey Toby. Hi Molly!” Tommy said, giving his girlfriend a hug, and Tubbo a high five. “Alright. what are we gonna do?” Tommy asked, digging in his backpack for his camera, (this is the point where i accidentally posted it lol) as you all were filming today. apparently he hadn’t planned out that part.

“We could go to the Amusement park.” Ranboo said, shrugging.

“No!” Molly said “1. Its december, for christs sake, and 2., i have a fear of heights.”

“alright, not that.” Tommy said, quick to defend his girlfriend. “How about the Arcade? downtown?”

“Or the Rollerskate park. we could mess around.” you pointed out, nodding.

“I say we do whatever Y/N wants.” Wilbur said, grinning widely.

“Hey! rude.” Tommy said, rolling his eyes. “It’s only cause you bloody fancy her.”

“So?” Wil asked, smirking. It took you an embarrassingly amount of time to figure out that Wilbur just confessed to liking you. shiiiiiiiit.

“Okay, anyway,” Tubbo spoke up, “We could go downtown and mess around, go into shops and shit.” Everyone seemed to agree with taht, and Tommy began the video.

“HEY BITCHES! I’M WITH MY GIRLFRIEND AND A BUNCH OF IDIOTS!” He yelled into the camera, and thank the lord you all were alone in that cafe. “Today we are exploring downtown london! scary, amiright?” he asked, mainly to Molly, who nodded. God, you felt bad for her.

The rest of the video was filled with clips of Tommy yelling and Molly making jokes, with a few random jokes about how close you and wilbur were being.

“Let’s play hide n seek!” You suddenly said, getting the idea at the perfect time. “Teams only.”

“I call Tubbo!” Ranboo said, walking over to his short friend.

“I call Y/N, obviously.” Wilbur said, smiling at you. You giggled and there was a plethora of “ews” and “get a room!” calls being made.

“Good.” Tommy said after a short pause. “I am NOT about to be paired with anyone but Molly.” He quickly got into his online character. “Okay, pussies. we’re now going to play hide and seek. Ran and Tubbo, you’re the seekers, and no going on public transportation, Ran. Got it?” There was a collective nod, and then a “LETS GO!” and you and wilbur were off.

You had a hard time keeping up with wilbur, curse his long legs. eventually, after you two were out of eyesight in a shopping centre, he took your hand.

“Wil?” You asked. “you’re holding my hand.”

“I’m fully aware.” he retorted, eyes on the floor as he made his way around the centre.

“Why?” You asked after a long pause.

“why what?”

“why are you holding my fucking hand, wil.”

“because i like you.”

“what?”

“i like you.”

The world paused for a second. did he just confess his feelings to you?

“Did you- Are you- why-“

“I said i like you. I’ve liked you for a while, too.”

“I’ve only known you for 5 hours.”

“yeah, i like you.”

“You don’t like to wait, do you?”

“Nope.” he answered, making you laugh.

“I guess i like you too.” You say.

“You guess?”

“I like you. and i have for a while. ever since i talked to you on that discord call.” you confessed.

“Good, taht entire confession would be very embarrassing if you had said you hated me.” he joked, squeezing your hand. He leaned in slightly, making your stomach jolt.

“Wil.. Tommy’ll kill us..” you whisper, looking up at him.

“No one needs to know.” he whispered back. “I won’t do anything if you don’t want me to. but i really want to.”

“I do too.” You whispered, barely audible. You leaned in a bit more. Fuck it. You lean in the whole way.

It was a gentle kiss. soft. he didn’t try to make it too much. perfect.

After the kiss, you and wilbur giggled, faces inches apart. “We better hide. They’re on their way.” He said, pulling away and dragging you by your hand.

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A/N: This sucks fucking hard but deal with it

[tonowariswife]

pls do not repost any of my stories on other apps! btw requests are open!!angst!

Pain

tonowari family x daughter!reader

(MENTIONS OF DEATH)

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My father takes me out hunting with him. The hunters of our clan hunt closer to the end of the reef for bigger fish to feed our people. My father Tonowari looks away from me for a bit looking at the net to see what has been caught. I lean down to put my hand into the water and fall off making a little bloop noise. My father doesn't seem to notice me swimming off from everyone, talking to the hunters. “Uhm… Sir, wasn't your daughter with you?” A hunter asks, looking down and not seeing me. My father chuckles thinking he was joking and reaches down to pat my head and realizes I'm not there. He rushes into a state of panic telling hunters to look in the water for me. “Y/n!” My father yells out to me but I only hear his voice, not able to make out what he is saying.

I swim in the water watching a baby Mawup swim around. I see a small spiked-back creature with a white underbelly a few meters away. I turn my head sideways confused about what it is. It looks as if it's copying me, turning its head to me too. I reach out as it muzzles its head into my palm, it moves its head and swims closer to me and nuzzles against my leg before I feel a pair of strong arms lift me out of the water. It swims away from the big figure, scaring it off. “I want to go back!” I say patting my father's back, he chuckles. “Your mother would skin me alive if she found out I almost lost you near the reef boundaries.” He lifts me onto his Skimwing and then calls the hunter back, they all grab the net of fish for the week before heading back. I see our village Marui’s soon getting larger as we get closer. Once we reach the sand, I jump off to tell my mom what I saw. I see her and my big brother playing in the sand, building a small house out of the sand. “Mama, Mama!” I yell out to her and her head turns to me smiling, opening her arms open, and hugging me. I jumped into them excitedly to tell her what I found. “Mama, guess what I did!” My father arrived shortly after lifting my brother, Aonung, and swinging him around before sitting Aonung down to let him finish his same marui and listen to what I was saying. “So Daddy took me to where he gets fish and then I went to touch the water and fell!” I smile looking at my mom to see if she was listening. She smiles at me before glaring at my father. “Then, I swam and saw a big spiky fish, it was nice and it was a baby like me,”

I explain my mother looks at me confused never hearing of a spiky fish, she looks at my father confused he shrugs I continue, “It was gray, and his belly was white (a baby akula🤭)and he was so cute! We are friends now!”

I walk up to Aonung and ask him what he’s building. “It's a Marui, I'm gonna have my own when I grow up!” I smile and sit next to him. “Can we be neighbors? I want a big marui made out of seashells?” I ask excitedly, barely able to contain it. It was a radiation of happiness growing off of me.

*10 years later*

Y’all know I love some angst so here we gooo

I jumped in the water, something was off, It was hard to stay above water, the adrenaline from previously being on the boat and saving my sister, and the sully’s wore off. I hardly breathe, almost gasping, making Neteyam turn to me, he looks at me and his face drops in fear. “Lo’ak, Y/n’s been hit!” Neteyam yells, looking at me before dragging me to an Ilu. I started thinking about this inevitable death. I closed my eyes and blinked very slowly. Not fully coming to terms with it, I needed to talk to my family. I needed to see them even if it was the last time, for a long time. I hardly realize me being picked up and placed on something rough. I feel my back pressed to the rock and look around at the sand surrounding me. I hear yells from my mother, feet running against the sand. “Eywa no..” I see her lean over me on her knees, hair covering the light from the fire. I feel somewhat strong hands grabbing my hand and holding it. I turned and saw Aonung's tears filling his eyes. “Oh sister, what has happened?” Aonung asks me, but I couldn't respond. I see Tsireya drop-down next to me, she leans over my leg rubbing it. Oh, and how much it pained me, I turned to my father, anger filled his eyes but hiding behind that anger was sadness, an incurable emotion. My chest heaves up and down as words escape my mouth, “I see you, all of you” I see them look up at me as my mother's silent cries break out into a full-out sob, and my chest heaves for one last time.

The full sully family around me surrounded your body, Your mother lifting my body and hugging me, screams escaping her lips. Your father dropped down, and he broke down. Your father was a strong man with no weaknesses except one, his family. Neytiri tried to confront my mother by putting a hand on her shoulder. “GET AWAY! AWAY FROM THIS PLACE! AWAY FROM MY FAMILY! LET US MOURN, THE DEATH OF MY OLDEST DAUGHTER!” Ronal yells and hisses at Neytiri, yanking away her shoulder. Tonowari, hardly able to lift himself from the sand, goes to his mourning family, grabbing them and pulling all 5 of them together. There were no more Troublesome 3, only 2 and ½ kids left. He had to protect them no matter what, he could not let them take them as they took his oldest daughter. Tears seeped out of Aonungs eyes, no more swimming together, no more bullying each other, no more sibling rants, no more Y/n. He sniffles and looks at his remaining sister wondering about the thoughts that raced through her head, staring at her older sister.

Tsireya wanted to give up, her sister kept Tsireya grounded, she was in touch with her feelings but her older sister helped her get over the bad emotions… She kept Tsireya afloat when all she wanted to do was sink. She kept her balance, but as she watched her sister in the fight between life and death, seeing death win stabbed her heart repeatedly.

But nothing could even fathom how Ronal felt about her oldest daughter, her little girl that she cradled in her arms dead. The daughter she taught to be in touch with Eywa, the girl that grew into a beautiful healer, and strong like a warrior. The little girl that she sang to every night until they could sing together. Gone. Even when they argued and lost patience with each other, she felt lucky to even be a mother of a beautiful girl. She couldn't turn back time or pray to Eywa that she’d come back to her. She just hoped she could see her on the other side. To Eywa she returns, she'll find herself in a room with all the people we've lost and she dances with joy as pure as her father's heart.

And oh her father, her poor father, he would've given up everything he ever done, owned, or achieved to get his child back. He lost a piece of himself he could never get back, her smile now a memory in his mind. They can't ride together, and no longer practice spear fighting. If only he had one more day to hold onto his daughter tight, not like today when he let her free from his grasp of protection, he shouldn't have let her go. But he had to hold on for his kids, and his mate in such a vulnerable time for his family. Villages have fallen, from the sky people but out of all the stress of trying to keep his people safe, she was the reassurance he needed to push on, all of his kids were. Oh, how he was grateful to have the days he had with you. Now memories, memories he won't be able to relive with you now that you are gone. Time felt frozen, a moment feeling like forever. He wished upon every great star in the sky, for you to come back. Sadly, that’s just not how life works.

A few hours later they had to lay you to rest, in the ocean from which you were born. Ronal prayed that you will meet again whether in another life or before Eywa. Tsireya and Aonung cried watching as their, your parents swim below to put you to rest. Tonowari’s eyes were red as if they burned, from crying so much. Ronal knew you were somewhere you can be free from the murder and chaos of this world. Tsireya whispered a small prayer to Eywa, hardly intelligible, Aonung hand placed on her shoulder. She looked at his eyes brimming with tears again as Aonung pulled her into a hug. This night was forever marked in their hearts, always a reminder of what came of their sister and oldest daughter. Aonung wanted to scream but he couldn't, it wouldn't come out of his mouth. In his eyes, you could see sadness and pain. It wasn't just another night, it was a night where you fought for your life and lost. He knew everything in this world dies but he never thought yours would come so soon. Your parents emerged from the water, the water dripping off of them as they looked at their remaining children. Ronal swam and grabbed them and hugged them, she wanted to shield you all from this.. and she failed. She couldn't shield you but as she held her last 2 kids she knew she had to protect them. Tonowari came closer holding his whole family in his embrace, he felt as if someone was missing, and that someone was you. Where danger found them, it follows with tides of anguish and pain. Tonowari looked up into the sky a new star in the sky, not one of the sky people but a beautiful star and it shone on his family, the tears that he cried as the star twinkled, he believed you were letting him know that you were watching them and protecting them.

[sagesolsticewrites]

Kiss Me Once

The moment you’ve been anxiously awaiting is finally here— your boyfriend Rosie Rosenthal finally arrives home.

(hi @hellfirequinnie @justheretoreadthxxs @ronsenthal @storysimp)

a/n: hugest of huge shoutouts to Winnie (@winniemaywebber) and Gina (@ginabaker1666) for letting me yell about this fic 24/7, not to mention darling Marina’s (@precious-little-scoundrel) spicy Rosie headcanons which played a huge part in the inspiration for this fic (as well as the future parts I have planned 👀) 💕

Warnings: mentions of death (brief mention of death of a parent, war deaths), mentions of sex, Rosie being a tease 👀, definite historical inaccuracies, if there’s anything else y’all would like me to tag, please let me know!

Word count: 3k

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

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You pace around the foyer of the Rosenthal apartment impatiently.

Your boyfriend, Robert, was coming home after several long years of war, and he was already ten minutes late.

He had insisted on meeting you all at the apartment instead of greeting him as he got off the train— something sweet about wanting to walk into his home and see you all there— but his train had gotten in on time, so where—

“Y/N, he’ll be here honey,” his mother says gently, exchanging a look with his sister from her place in the kitchen where she’s preparing a spread of Rosie’s favorite foods, “You know how the traffic is, especially today.”

“I know, I know,” you nod, your nervous pacing slowing the tiniest bit, “But he said—”

Your worries are interrupted by a knock on the door, and suddenly you’re frozen in place.

“Well? You gonna answer it?” his sister teases, gesturing at the door.

“But—” You glance between his family and the door, conflicted.

“He’s had enough of us fussing over him,” his mother pipes up, moving to stand next to her daughter, “We all know who he’s really here to see,” she adds with a teasing smile.

You glance down with a smile, trying to will the heat in your cheeks away before you move to finally fling the door open.

It truly doesn’t seem real, the sight that greets you as the door opens.

Robert stands there, dapper in his dress uniform, curls neat, hat tucked neatly under his arm.

He blinks in surprise, as if he wasn’t expecting you to be the one who opened the door, but the shock on his face is quickly replaced with a wide grin.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi,” you gasp as you’re pulled into his arms for a tight hug, burying your face in his neck as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“Missed you so much,” he murmurs softly in your ear before pulling away to take in your face, eyes scanning over your features as if to make sure everything was the same as he remembered.

You do the same, clocking one very noticeable change.

“What’s this?” You laugh, gesturing to your own top lip.

His fingers move self-consciously to the mustache that definitely wasn’t there when he left for flight school.

“Oh yeah, uh… remember I told you I started tryin’ to grow one back in training? Well… it turned into this,” He laughs, meeting your eyes anxiously, “What do you think?”

You rise up into your tiptoes to peck his lips, “I think you look very handsome, my love.”

His hand cups your cheek as you pull away, bringing you back in for a long, tender kiss. Your eyes flutter shut, savoring the feeling of his lips on yours after so long, but the rosy spell the two of you are under is quickly broken by his sister pointedly clearing her throat, ignoring her mother’s scolding look at her interruption.

“Wow, Rosie,” she teases as the two of you break apart, “it’s nice to see that you remembered we’re here too.”

“That’s the best welcome you’ve got for your big brother, Jeanie?” He rolls his eyes playfully, unable to hide his smile as he gives you one last squeeze and goes to greet his family.

“Hi, Ma,” he says, voice thick as he embraces his mother for the first time in far too long.

She clings to him in a long, fierce hug, and he returns it just as fiercely until his sister tackles him from the side.

Rosie lets out an oof, quickly adjusting so he has both of them in an embrace.

The four of you sit down for dinner, conversation flowing nonstop. Even with the frequent letters back and forth, Rosie still had plenty to tell you about his life in England, and his family still had plenty to catch him up on.

As his sister is rambling about work, his hand comes to rest on your knee. Still respectable, of course, but the warmth emanating from him makes it difficult to focus on anything else.

As the night continues, you nearly drop your fork into your mashed potatoes when his hand glides ever so slightly up your leg, slipping just underneath the hem of your skirt. He maintains a straight face, wide grin barely flickering as he teases his sister about the crush she inadvertently mentioned, all while his fingers remain indecently close to your core.

His mother is in the middle of filling him in on all the neighborhood gossip when your glass of water comes very close to slipping out of your hand. You catch it in time, mumbling an excuse about being oddly clumsy tonight, when all you can think about are the featherlight patterns Rosie is tracing on the inside of your thigh.

You shoot a glare at him when his mother and sister are distracted, which he meets with a smile, eyes sparkling with mirth, heat simmering just underneath.

Somehow you manage to fumble through the rest of dinner, contributing with simple nods or “mm hm”s as Rosie’s presence next to you overwhelms your mind. As the meal finishes— complete with a mouthwatering cherry pie— Rosie stands and begins gathering plates. You and his mother stand simultaneously to do the same.

“Ma, please sit down,” Rosie insists gently, “I got it.”

As she opens her mouth to protest, he simply shakes his head.

“It’s been a while since I’ve gotten to do this, yeah? Let me help out. Please.”

Eyes softening at the mention of his being away for so long, she relents, and the two of you gather the remaining dishes.

Mrs. Rosenthal and her daughter move to the living room, soft jazz drifting through the apartment as they turn on the radio while you and Rosie work like a well-oiled machine washing and drying dishes. Er… mostly.

“Robbie!” You yelp as he splashes water up towards you, holding your rag up as a shield. You laugh, retaliating with a reckless swing of the still-damp dishrag.

What follows is a playful water fight where miraculously neither of you get too wet, but does end with you pinned between Rosie and the kitchen counter, his lips moving greedily against yours.

You let out a soft squeal as he pulls away briefly to scatter kisses all over your face and neck, mustache brushing against your skin.

“Robbie, that tickles!”

You can feel him grinning as his lips land on yours once more.

“I missed hearing you laugh.” he murmurs between kisses as his hands wander freely over your dress, “Missed you so, so much, honey.”

“I missed you, too,” you sigh as you reluctantly pull away for air, thumb stroking along his cheekbone as you take him in: mustache and all.

“When you re-enlisted, I—”

You take a breath, forcing back the sudden tears that threaten to spill over.

“I was so scared,” you admit softly, “So incredibly proud of you, of course, because I know that’s who you are: you don’t come home until the fight’s over. But so many people were getting those damn Western Union telegrams telling them that their sons or brothers or friends wouldn’t be coming home, and I couldn’t stand the thought of being one of them.” Your voice trembles, and you take a shaky breath in, pressing your forehead to his, “I couldn’t stand the thought of being without you.”

“Honey,” he says softly, nudging your noses together ever so gently so you meet his eyes, “I love you.”

Those words hang in the air for a heartbeat, words that you had only been able to read in his letters for the past two years, words that you hadn’t heard aloud in far, far too long.

“I love you,” he repeats softly, firmly, the words like an oath on his lips, “and I hated the thought of making you and Ma and Jeanie worry, but… but what I hated more was the thought of going back home when there was still so much evil out there. And the kids who were coming in to replace us… that’s it, they were just kids. I couldn’t leave in good conscience knowing that some teenager was gonna be taking my place in the sky and wasn’t gonna make it home because of me. I saw it happen too many times, and I couldn’t—”

He shakes his head, swallows, and meets your eyes again with a soft smile.

“But I’m home now. And I’m not leaving you anytime soon, yeah?”

He leans in for a tender kiss, one that has you melting down to your toes as he pulls you into his arms, swaying ever so slightly.

“Dance with me, honey? I know it’s no Minton’s,” he chuckles, “But it’ll do.”

He holds you close, twirling you around the kitchen with your head resting on his shoulder as Kitty Kallen’s voice drifts in from the living room, Rosie singing along softly in your ear.

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It's been a long, long time

He always claimed that his ma and Jeanie got all the musical talent, but you loved to hear him sing in the rare moments you got to. You loved it even more in this moment because it meant that he was here. He was home. He was safe. And he was with you.

You stay wrapped in his arms for the duration of the song, and as it fades into the next one— Glen Miller’s crooning “At Last”— he whispers into your ear once more.

“What would you say,” he murmurs, warm breath fanning over your neck, “if I asked you to meet me in my room tonight?”

You pull back to meet his eyes, to make sure you understand his meaning. You see a slight nervousness there, tinged with longing, and just below that, a simmering heat that sparks an ember deep in your core.

The two of you had been, er… intimate before. Several times, actually (the fire escape outside his window that happened to also lead to your room in the apartment upstairs made for an excellent escape from both fires and nosy parents wondering what those noises were in the middle of the night), and each time had you seeing stars— sometimes literally if he felt like sneaking you up onto the roof with a blanket on one of the rare clear nights in New York— and longing for the next one. The letters you wrote alternated between sweet and rather scorching when you happened to be in a mood, each of you divulging your fantasies over the years you were apart, hoping to fulfill them when he came home in one piece.

“I’d say,” you murmur, “that I’d love to.”

That bright grin spreads across his face again, lighting him up from the inside out.

“Good,” he says softly, “because I wanna have a proper reunion with my girl.”

His hands slide down to rest low on your hips, pulling you that much closer as his lips seal over yours for a kiss that has butterflies swarming in your belly.

You lose yourself in the feeling of his hands on you, of his lips on yours, in the taste of him— even the utterly foreign (though not unpleasant) feeling of his mustache grazing against your skin has you wanting more, wanting to make up for the time you lost when he was an ocean away.

Something— maybe the crackle of the radio switching stations, maybe some small noise outside, maybe the remnants of the proper girl you should be— brings you back to reality all too soon, and suddenly you’re pulling away and looking up at him regretfully as you remind him:

“Your mother’s probably wondering what’s taking so long.”

He lets out a playful groan, barely heard over the radio as his head slumps onto your shoulder.

“You’re probably right,” he sighs, pressing a quick kiss to your temple as he begins fixing up his appearance; attempting to get his hair to lay flat from where your fingers had raked through it, wiping away your bright red lipstick smeared around his mouth, “Let’s go.”

Once you’ve reapplied your lipstick and made an attempt to fix your rumpled clothes and hair, he leads you back into the living room where his mother and sister are lounging in the armchairs next to the radio.

“Sorry, Ma,” he says, cheeky grin firmly back in place as the two of you settle on the loveseat nearby, “Had to squeeze in a dance with my girl.”

You bite back a squeak of surprise as his hand— out of sight of his mother and sister— drifts dangerously low on your hip to give you a playful squeeze, all while maintaining that trademark sparkling Rosenthal grin.

“You two are so sweet,” his mother coos, and you can’t help the shy smile creeping onto your face as you lean into Rosie.

Nor can you help the laugh you let out when you see Rosie sticking his tongue out at Jeanie, presumably in retaliation for the disgusted look on her face.

“Robert,” she scolds, “Be nice to your sister.”

“But Ma—”

“And Jeanette,” she turns to his sister with a rare use of her full name, “Your brother just came home, I won’t have you teasing him for wanting to spend time with Y/N.”

She opens her mouth to protest, but shuts it at her mother’s raised eyebrow.

“Sorry, Robert,” she grumbles stiltedly.

When his mother’s eyes flick to him, Rosie mumbles in the same stilted way.

“Sorry, Jeanie.”

“Thank you,” his mother says crisply, “Now— oh, honey, did I tell you…”

Mrs. Rosenthal somehow has even more neighborhood gossip to tell Rosie, and Jeanie has plenty of questions for her brother about life in England. He happily listens and regales them with stories, his animated way of speaking distracting his family from the way his hand rests on your thigh in plain sight. You should nudge him away, slip your hand into his, do something to make it look more innocent… but you don’t want him to stop tracing patterns onto your thigh over your dress, working his way up and down and back again in a way that makes it very difficult to focus on anything else.

He slips his hand away, a jolt of disappointment running through you at the lack of warmth, just in time for his mother to turn her attention to you.

“Y/N, sweetheart, I’m going to make some tea before we all head to bed, would you like some?”

You politely decline, as you have for the past nearly two years.

It was just you, your father, and your brother after your mother passed when you were four, and when they both enlisted after the Pearl Harbor attack, Mrs. Rosenthal was kind enough to let you, as her daughter's close friend and her son’s girlfriend, temporarily move into her guest room. They were currently somewhere on a boat in the Pacific, and though you were able to send letters back and forth, it was a sporadic way of communicating, and each day you prayed that they would come home safe like your Robbie had.

Jeanette busies herself with the book she had been reading, and Robbie takes the small moment you have for yourselves to pull you close and press a sweet kiss to your cheek, mindful of his sister in the room.

“What was that for?” You ask, grinning. It seems you haven’t stopped smiling since he walked in the door a few hours ago. 

“Just because,” he shrugs, a returning grin brightening his face, “I’m home, and I’m with my girl, and I can give her kisses anytime I want to.”

You don’t think it’s possible for your smile to grow any wider, but it does.

After pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, Rosie turns to his sister.

“Oh, Jeanie, I got you somethin’ while I was over there. Wanted to send it over, but I figured it’d be better if I gave it to you in person.”

He goes over to his pack and rummages around until he produces a small paperback.

“I found this in a bookshop when I was on one of my weekend passes, thought it seemed like something you’d like. Written by a woman, too, isn’t that something,” he says, handing her the copy of Green Dolphin Country, “Happy belated birthday, little sis. Hopefully this makes up a little for the ones I wasn’t here for.”

Oh goodness, your cheeks are starting to hurt, but you can’t stop smiling seeing Jeanie light up at the book. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Jeanie squeals, jumping up to squeeze her brother tight. He returns the hug fiercely, and your heart melts when you see him blinking back tears.

“I’m glad you like it,” he says, bright grin back in place as she pulls away to devour his gift, adding teasingly, “Y’know, I heard it ends with—”

“No spoilers!” Jeanie whines.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry.” Rosie holds his hands up in surrender, “Just tell me how it ends, promise?”

His little sister beams up at him, looking much younger than her actual age of 22.

“Promise.”

Mrs. Rosenthal returns with a tray bearing three mugs of tea, and night winds down with tea and books and soft chatter as one by one you all retire to your separate rooms.

Rosie shoots you a wink, hand drifting dangerously low on your back as he escorts you to your room before heading for his own just across the hall, leaving a lingering kiss on your lips that has you pleading for time to move faster, for his mother and Jeanie to fall asleep quickly so you can meet him without fear of waking them.

You slip into your favorite nightgown— a thin, filmy thing, one Rosie hasn’t seen before— and begin watching the clock as the wait for your agreed meeting time of 12:30 begins.

[babydollmarauders]

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 6)

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y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 HAPPY REGULAR SEASON!!!

WELCOME BACK TO THE SPECIAL EDITION: JACK HUGHES SHOW!

OUR MIGHTY FINE DEVILS WON 4-3 AGAINST THE MICHIGAN BIRDS!

tonight, my beloved, apparent bad boy, got TWO goals, but more importantly TWO penalties!! i love when he does good things, but i love when he does bad things even more!! even if the first penalty WAS a bit of a chintzy call, i still loved seeing him locked up 🥰

my favorite autumn tree got his first goal of the season tonight, and i couldn’t be prouder! you go, ginger snap!

my sweet bratt also got a penalty for interference, which makes no sense to me, and obviously not to him either- but alas, we persevered!

and last, but certainly not least, UNCLE HAULA-HOOP GOT AN EMPTY NET GOAL, WHICH SECURED OUR WIN!! THANK YOU, HAULA BACK GAL!

p.s. i’m sorry to Ellen, who i accidentally ditched to get a picture of her son in the bad boy box, and who also might’ve heard me call him a naughty slut— she laughed, but i think i saw a part of her die inside

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jackhughes did you seriously post a photo of me COMMITTING MY PENALTY?

y/ndevils00 you chose violence. i love it. 👁️🫦👁️

trevorzegras hey those emojis look exactly like you

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras I WAS HAVING A GOOD NIGHT AND THEN YOU SHOWED UP

dougieham autumn tree?

dougieham wait, hold on, i got this….

dougieham trees are tall and their leaves turn red and orange in autumn. i am tall and a ginger (red/orange)! therefore, me = autumn tree

y/ndevils00 YOU DID IT!! 🥹 i think i’m even prouder now than for your goal!

john.marino97 no me? no dawson?

dawson1417 yeah, no us?

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 i have two words, eight letters.

dawson1417 “love y’all” ?

john.marino97 forgive him, he’s new to this

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 DO BETTER

dawson1417 oh :( but you DO love us, right?

y/ndevils00 @/dawson1417 duh, obviously

user26 DEVILS ARE SO BACK

jesperbratt i didn’t do anything 🙁

y/ndevils00 i know you didn’t, my little swedish meatball! I’LL FIX THIS!

jackhughes no you won’t

y/ndevils00 no i won’t :(

ehaula i’ve missed you, niece!! and unfortunately your puns too

y/ndevils00 IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME!! MWAHAHAHA

ehaula was that your evil laugh?

y/ndevils00 yeh

ehaula it was adorable

y/ndevils00 😠

ehaula @/kristen.haula isn’t she cute?!

kristen.haula our niece 🥹

user83 I WANNA BE HIS MOUTHGUARD

y/ndevils00 me first!

jackhughes why

elblue6 i promise, i didn’t die inside! call him a slut all you want!

jackhughes MOM?

y/ndevils00 you are my only true supporter, Ellen 🫶

nicohischier you didn’t call me any names! i used to pray for times like these

y/ndevils00 only because i didn’t get a picture fast enough of you bent over like me in the bedroom

jackhughes why do you say these things

nicohischier please stop talking

y/ndevils00 never. 🗣️ SLUT 🗣️

lhughes_06 i made it out unscathed 🙏

y/ndevils00 you wish

lhughes_06 wait, what?

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 i was so happy to meet so many of your wonderful faces on the red carpet!

i was just there to do my job (taking pictures of my boyfriend! god i love my job!) but so many of you asked for pictures with ME and it made my heart feel so full!

i never thought that accepting this job would mean finding a boyfriend, a brother (two! actually!), two amazing best friends, and apparently a family of supporters! i’m so grateful to have the opportunity to make a lifetime of memories with this amazing team!

go devils! but most importantly, go devils fans! this wouldn’t be possible without y’all!

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user19 i’m gonna go out on a limb and assume you’re the one to thank for Jack’s new hair, in which case THANK YOU 🙏🫶

y/ndevils00 you’d be correct 😈 YOU’RE SO WELCOME

jackhughes ya know, I’M the one who went and got my haircut

y/ndevils00 yeah, after i played subliminal messages in your ears at night, telling you that you should go and get it cut

jackhughes you what?

y/ndevils00 you look so handsome, babygirl!

lhughes_06 my squishy!

y/ndevils00 MY SMUSH!

lhughes_06 you looked radiant tonight

y/ndevils00 aww, well you looked quite dashing, yourself!

lhughes_06 my sister ❤️

jackhughes she’s in the closet

trevorzegras she came out?

y/ndevils00 @/trevorzegras I’M CRYING, YOU IDIOT! i’m in the physical closet, not the metaphorical one!

trevorzegras oh! my b, bro

dawson1417 THAT’S ME!

y/ndevils00 that’s you!!

dawson1417 i’m also grateful you have this opportunity and that you took this job btw

y/ndevils00 THIS POST WAS NEVER MEANT TO MAKE *ME* CRY

dawson1417 please don’t cry, i’ll bring you a churro tomorrow?

y/ndevils00 suddenly my tears are gone

jackhughes no they’re not

dawson1417 @/jackhughes i’ll bring her a churro anyways

user73 I MET YOU!!! you’re so sweet, and gorgeous! i think i was even more excited to meet you than Jack!

y/ndevils00 ME? LOOK AT YOU, BEAUTIFUL GIRL!

jackhughes i feel like i should feel offended, but somehow i’m not because i’d be excited to meet dove too

y/ndevils00 @/jackhughes you’re so obsessed with me

user39 JOHN PICS 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ THANK YOU, Y/N!!

jackhughes my beautiful, crazy girl ♥️ i’m thankful everyday that you accepted this job and that you accepted the title of my girlfriend

y/ndevils00 aw, i love you to pluto, my sweet boy ♥️

y/ndevils00 p.s. if you’re so thankful, you should think about changing my title 🥰

jackhughes moments over

y/ndevils00 I’M JUST SAYING

_quinnhughes you didn’t hear it from me…. but he’s definitely thought about changing it

y/ndevils00 @_quinnhughes you’re my new favorite hughes

_quinnhughes i wasn’t already?

y/ndevils00 well, you were, and then luke bought me pizza

_quinnhughes pizza? PIZZA is all it takes?!

y/ndevils00 please captain huggy, have mercy on me, i was starving and your middle brother was trying to feed me chicken that wasn’t tenders or nuggets

john.marino97 grateful for you and the way you push me to d* b*tter ❤️

y/ndevils00 did you just censor “do better” ?

john.marino97 it’s given me ptdbs

y/ndevils00 ?

y/ndevils00 wait— “post traumatic do better syndrome”

y/ndevils00 i’m so smart 🥰

john.marino97 yes, you are! such a smart girl!

y/ndevils00 that feels like sarcasm but i’m gonna ignore it

[loveandmurders]

A new killer is born (Sinclair daughter!reader)

Hello @lupinlovr!! I know it has been almost a year since you commented one of my fic saying:

"what if reader brings her bf home and her parents actually love him (they are still very protective, especially Bo) and the bf finds out what they do, but supports it and wants to help out?",

But today is the day I finally post for it (the proof even miracles can happen)!!

Hope you'll enjoy <3

Warnings: no proof reading, killing, blood, very morally grey boyfriend and reader, slight angst, fluff

Your boyfriend had always been very eager to meet your parents, because he strongly believed in family and he didn’t have any.

You had explained to him that your parents were quite intense, and you weren’t too sure it was a good idea, especially because they were very protective of you.

But because you also thought he might be the love of your life, and that he might be able to understand the family business, you wanted to give it a shot. 

You were at at family dinner.

“So” you started and your dads instantly looked up at you “I’m currently with someone” you said and you saw Bo’s jaw clenching. “And he'd really like to meet y’all” you finished. 

“Why that?” Bo asked

“He’s a family man” you replied, knowing it would please your father “But he doesn’t have any relatives, so he’d like to be one of us”

“Ya’re plannin’ on gettin’ married then?” Bo asked again

“Well... why not. I really love him and he really loves me” you replied

“I’ll be the judge of that” Bo hummed, but he noted you weren’t against the idea of getting married, which was new

“So ya’d be ok with him comin’ here?” you asked and Bo shrugged

“We’ll have to be careful for him to not notice anythin’. What do ya think Vince?” he asked his brother

Are you sure it’s a good idea? Vincent questioned you. Is it only what your boyfriend wants or do you also want him here?

“Well ’m always a bit nervous to introduce people to ya because ya're intense…” you started

“We’re not intense, we just want the best for our daughter” Bo cut you and you rolled your eyes at him

“Yes, father, I know that. But I really think… I mean ’m gonna be the head of the Sinclair family one day, but I can’t be the head if there’s no one else in the family, can I? He knows how to use a gun and he doesn’t mind violence that much… He’s obeyin’ me well too. He definitely has potential to be one of us” you explained and the brothers exchanged a look.

“So ya’d like to have kids with him too?” Lester asked because so far you had never talked about family that way

“Why not” you replied again and the twins arched an eyebrow at you.

“That’s new” Bo commented “Well, bring him here, but..."

“But if ya ain't findin' him suitable, ya kill him?” you asked and the three men nodded at you. You sighed “Alright then”

Your boyfriend was very excited when you told him your parents were eager to meet him as well.

As you drove to Ambrose, you noticed your boyfriend looking around, and he seemed a little bit surprised to realise how empty things were.

You finally arrived in town and you parked in front of Bo’s garage, like you often did.

Bo exited his garage to meet the two of you. He smiled at you and you gave him a hug. You then turned around to introduce your boyfriend.

Your father inspected the boy in front of him before shaking his hand.

“Welcome to Ambrose, I guess” Bo hummed and you rolled your eyes

The fact Bo didn’t kill your boyfriend right away was actually a good sign though.

“It’s really an honour to be here. Your daughter always talks about you and Ambrose with so much love and passion” your boyfriend said. Bo smiled and kissed your temple

“Yeah, she’s a good girl to her family” Bo commented and you smiled back at him. “Hope ya’re good to her too” Bo hummed, his blue eyes piercing through his soul.

“Of course!” your boyfriend exclaimed and he sent you a look for your confirmation

“Of course, or he wouldn't be here” you replied and you smiled reassuringly to both of them. 

You were about to add something when you saw Lester’s truck coming in. He parked close by and exited his truck, going right to you. He gave you a bear hug and you giggled at the attention. 

You also introduced your boyfriend to Lester and as you had planned it, Lester was nicer.

He shook his hand and asked him how the travel was and did all the small talk that helped put your boyfriend at ease. You were grateful for that.

The four of you kept talking, even if Bo was more observing than participating. You leaned against his side and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“He’s not half bad” he whispered into your ear and you smiled, “Don’t believe I won’t kill him if he displeased me though” he quickly added and you nodded.

“How ‘bout ya prepare us some lemonade, girl?” Bo finally said, knowing that his twin also wanted to have a closer look at the young man you brought home.

You quickly nodded and left Bo’s side. You grabbed your boyfriend’s hand and guided him towards the house as Lester and Bo stayed at the garage to exchange their first impressions on your boyfriend.

You entered the house and you gently asked your boyfriend to stay in the kitchen. You reminded him he was about to meet the masked twin and that he really needed to not stare at Vincent or it would upset him.

And no one wanted Vincent to be upset.

Your boyfriend nodded, without knowing how close to death he was going to be.

He stayed in the kitchen as you knocked at the basement door before going downstairs. Vincent was in the middle of some project but he put his tools down when he saw you. You smiled at him and removed enough of his mask to kiss his cheek. You told him your boyfriend was upstairs, even if Vincent already knew that.

You felt he was really reluctant so you tried to reassure him. What did the trick was that you told him it was okay if he needed to kill your boyfriend. You really loved him, but between him and your family, you would always choose the last one.

You were a Sinclair before anything else.

Your boyfriend actually handled pretty well the first interaction with Vincent and things went smoothly. You even had a family dinner all together. Vincent removed his mask to eat, which was a big proof your boyfriend had done pretty good so far.

You all had a good time and the four men around you relaxed a lot, and you did too.

Bo even let your boyfriend sleep in your room!

(Vincent checked on the two of you in the middle of the night, and you were cutely sleeping, all cuddled up into each other's arms).

But the next day, things seemed to go downhill. A group of tourists came and you weren’t too sure what to do to prevent your boyfriend from noticing anything or from asking questions.

And you couldn’t do much when you heard gunshots.

You wanted to stop your boyfriend, but he was quick and ready to protect his people. He found a knife in the kitchen and you grabbed one too.

You saw your father fighting with a man and you started to run towards him.

Your boyfriend was quicker and he grabbed the man and stabbed him without a second of hesitation. Both you and Bo watched him in pure surprise.

“More fuckers ran away. Vince must be takin’ care of them. But better check out and help” Bo said and your boyfriend nodded.

The three of you started to look through the whole town and you got rid of the last tourists.

Once the job was done, you found your boyfriend in the House of Wax, with Vincent. Their knives were covered in blood and they both were pulling dead bodies behind them.

“Hey, babe, I can explain” you started as you walked to them.

Your boyfriend shook his head “No, no need to explain anything, love. If you kill people here, then I'll start killing too. What do we do with the dead bodies though?” he asked with a tilt of the head.

“This” you replied and you gestured towards the wax statues surrounding the three of you.

“Oh” he hummed “This is smart” your boyfriend continued “I’m eager to help in any way” he said

Vincent signed something for you to translate to your boyfriend. You brightly smiled.

“Welcome to the family” you translated as you leaned to passionately kiss your future husband (Bo was going to make sure of it).

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Taglist : @kawaistrawberry21

[rottenblur]

study break|part three|J.MILLER|

Summary:When Sarah suggested you and the Millers should go to brunch together, it seemed like a good idea, a fun one. Then one of the miller brothers decides to get his dessert early, upsetting the other. Someone’s gotta pay for that, it just happens, poor you is burdened of the payment.

WARNINGS: Dirty talking (tommy and joel) angry joel, choking, slapping, degrading names, public touching. Dark!joel DARK JOEL. He’s mean in this yall my apologies im not sorry. Pining tommy. Over panties touching.drunk joel texting you apologizing (pathetic) POSSESSIVE JOEL

“Are you really that much of a dumb fucking slut? It’s me or fucking no one.”

It was Sarah’s idea, going out for brunch, the four of you. “If you’re gonna be staying here for two weeks, may as well get comfortable with my family!” She said that with the most genuine smile.

It filled you with a little bit of guilt, for the things you had done with her dear father the night before, guilty for the way her uncle craves you.

Even though she wouldn’t realize what was going on, even if it was right in her. Sarah only thought the best of people especially her father, so of course she wouldn’t think the miller brothers would be drooling over you.

All of you cram into joel’s navy pickup truck, it was big and clearly one of his most prized possessions. Still has that “New car” scent. “I swear he would fuck his truck if he could, spends fifty bucks every week getting it washed at some fancy place, its so anal.”

Sarah says after she heard your gasp after jumping into it.

You pull your seatbelt over your chest, clicking it into place. The warm black leather sticking to your bare legs. You decided to dress up for lunch, throwing on the only dress you packed a.k.a the only one you owned.

Sarah is talking your ear off about boys, shopping and what colour she should get her nails done next.

You hear the sound of the door slam, Joel strolls out of the house, dressed in his nicest flannel, buttoned up. A patch of the grey t-shirt he was wearing underneath, exposed. The way he had his sleeved rolled up mid arm had you drooling.

“He wears that god damn shirt to every fancy event, I swear he doesn’t have any formal clothes.” She says pointing to his washed out jeans as he approaches the car, you laugh, but really you couldn’t take your eyes off, how good those jeans shaped his ass.

He opens the car door, Tommy yells out from the door way, with one shoe being pulled on “Joel slow the fuck down, i’m coming with y’all.”

Joel scrunches his face up, shaking his head. “Fine, you’re paying for yourself.” Sarah looks at you with a confused look, you guess Tommy never comes to restaurants with them. Maybe he was coming for you?

He gets into the truck, starts the engine letting out a sigh. You look at the back of his head, he adjusts the rear mirror right on you, your eyes catching his.

You clear your throat and go back to listening to Sarah until Tommy gets into the car, with a stupid fucking smile.

“Everyone sleep okay?” He asked as if he wasn’t dead fucking asleep, while joel was in your room making you believe in heaven.

Joel lets out a small laugh, you both were thinking the same thing. Sarah replies to him and starts talking about her night.

“Can you believe he wouldn’t go through a drive thru for me? Who denies a drunk person fast food?” She says like its the worst thing ever.

“Who almost throws up in someone’s car because they couldn’t handle their liquor? Wanna answer that hun?” Oh hes sassy. Sarah was sending you videos all night, yet you only looked at them this morning due you being…slightly busy when she sent them.

It’s a long drive of you and joel stealing glances, looking away awkwardly when even the sight of him is bringing back memories of last night.

Finally, Joel pulls into the parking lot. You look around, it’s a decently nice place, one of those “insta worthy” places were girls take pictures of their food, it was overpriced for a reason it’s “aesthetic”.

Sarah loves it. Sarah was one of those girls that posted on her instagram every day, anything and everything.

She posted Joel a good few times before you came, not realizing he was her father.

More like one of those hot teachers in high school, that you beg to take a picture with on the last day of school.

He was good looking, he didn’t look his age at all. Never would you guess her dad would be THAT attractive.

He hops out, letting out a deep sigh and clearing his throat.

You undo your seatbelt, pick up your phone, you reach to open the door but Tommy is already there, with begging eyes he opens it.

“After you.”

He waves his hand, leaning on the door as you and Sarah hop out.

Adjusting your dress as you walk towards the door, Sarah’s arm interlinked with yours.

You can feel their eyes on you, the wind blows the bottom of your dress up, exposing patches of your thighs.

You look back, joel is sizing up the place seeing if it’s even decent, Tommy is well, um being Tommy. Devouring you with his eyes, it makes you nervous.

It takes him a good couple seconds to realize you caught him staring, peeling his eyes off your legs and smiling.

The fresh conditioned air gives you goosebumps as you step into the door.

A girl that looks like she spends way too much time on social media, about a couple years older greets you.

“Ya’ got a reservation sweetheart?”

God, you forgot that literally everyone around here got a pet name for strangers. Fucking texans.

Sarah pipes in.

“Yeah! Miller, four of us.”

She smiles and looks down at her reservation book.

“I’ll bring y’all to your table.”

She steps out from behind the cash and walks the bunch of you to a table on the deck, over looking the ocean.

You sit down in your seat, Joel sitting in front of you sarah attached at his hip.

Meaning, you’re stuck sitting neck to tommy. For fucks sake.

She smiles at joel, practically drooling.

“I can get your drink orders if y’all are ready.”

Sarah skims over the drink menu then smirks.

“Two mimosas for me and the lady.”

Joel shakes his head.

“You didn’t drink enough last night?” He huffs out.

You try to hold back a laugh but it’s uncontrollable.

“Just a coffee for me.” He hands the drink menu off to her.

“You want cream or sugar?” She asks, accepting the menu.

He shakes his head.

She hasn’t took her eyes off him since he walked in, fucking desperate.

“Water for me.”

She doesn’t even look at tommy when he orders. Why were you so upset over this, he’s beautiful you should know you’re not the only person that thinks that.

She nods her head and practically skips away.

You whip out your phone, placing your elbows on the table. Opening your messages skimming through to find sarah.

You: Staring problem much.-12:37pm

Her phone dings, she checks the notification and smiles. Typing back instantly.

Sarah m.: i thought she was gonna crawl on the table and harass him right then and there :0-12:37

You read her text and start laughing, you look at her and nod. Joel catches this, he leans over and tries to get a peek.

You: It’s definitely his “fancy” shirt. SHE WAS DROOLING.-12:38

She laughs and joel reads it, taking her phone and typing back.

Sarah m.: it is fucking fancy, thank u.-12:38

He huffs in unison with her, she tucks her phone back into her phone pocket and the lady returns.

With a fucking smile.

You look at sarah and roll your eyes as she lays down the drinks. Joel’s first, obviously.

She asks for your order then walks away.

You’re sipping on your drink, staring at the view, what were you thinking wearing a dress, wasn’t even hot out?

You get goosebumps and shiver, tommy catches it while sarah and joel are deep in conversation, about something stupid, whatever they could debate about, they would.

“You cold honey?”

He places a hand on your knee, rubbing circles with his thumb.

Oh god.

You shake your head. “Probably shouldn’t have worn a dress, bad idea.” Adding a nervous giggle.

He smiles, leaning in closer and whispering into your ear. “That’s right. Should have worn nothing.”

He pulls his hand further up, resting on the hem of your dress. Sitting comfortably on your upper thigh.

He rubs slow circles on your inner thigh, you squirm in your seat.

Fuck.

You finish off your drink, Tommy moves his hand up, grazing your clit through your panties. Your breath hitches. Joel looks at you, you look back.

He looks at Tommy then furrows his brows.

Fuck. Oh my FUCK.

You were caught.

You knew how much Tommy’s pining for you bothered him yet, you still let him touch you.

You’d say you were bothered by it too but the way your panties are wet right now says differently.

You clear your throat and stand up. “I’m gonna use the bathroom, ill be back.”

You almost trip over your own feet walking to the bathroom.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

Does this mean you’ve lost Joel?

Maybe you’d get some nice rough angry sex out of this, finally feel him.

You stare in the mirror taking deep breaths trying to figure what the fuck to do.

Back at the table, Joel’s clawing at himself to have control, it’s nothing just some stupid fucking flirting, you didn’t resist though.

Fuck it.

He taps his jeans pocket and sighs. Interrupting Sarah and Tommy’s discourse on the latest movie they watched. They both look to him. “I forget my phone in the truck, imma get it.”

Sarah shrugs her shoulders as if she didn’t need to know that and goes back to her conversation.

He gets up, walks towards the exit and when he’s far enough for them to not see him, he stomps over to the bathroom.

You’re finished practically water boarding yourself to feel better, wiping off the “waterproof” mascara that ran down your face .

You open the door and are met with the hard chest of a taller man.

“Oh i’m sorry sir-“ You look up.

Fuck.

He pushes you back into the bathroom with a grip on your neck. Thank god for private bathrooms.

You thought it was just gonna be some steamy, kinky, public sex cause of him choking you. The way he was looking down at you, his grip tightening tells you different. He was fuming.

“Ah i-“ It’s hard to speak with the way his hand is engulfing your neck.

“Did ya like it?” He loosens his grip just enough for you to speak, pushing you against the bathroom wall by your neck.

The other hand encaging you above your head. He was leaning so close to you, it seemed like you could change his mind and it WOULD turn into sex.

He tilts his head waiting for an answer.

“Like what Joel?”

He tongues his teeth and shakes his head at this.

“Uh uh don’t you fucking dare-“ He retightened his grip. “-play the dumb slut with me, thought you were the smart one darlin’?”

You nod, choking out a response. “I’m sorry joel—really. I didn’t.”

He lets out a groan, slapping your face, a burning feeling races through your cheek, then he was spreading your legs.

“So you’re telling me, if i check right now, you won’t be soaking for tommy” He gets up in your face.

“Don’t like you lying to me darlin’”

He reaches down, hand still on your throat for dear life.

He feels your panties. They are fucking soaked. From him or Tommy, you have no clue.

“Just what i thought. Ya think you can just go ‘round picking and choosing what miller you want as your fuck toy?—” He tightened his grip, you can barely breathe.

“—Think i wouldn’t know? Think i don’t recognize that cute little face you make, when someone’s touching ya’?”

You choke on your own spit.

“Are you really that much of a dumb fucking slut? It’s me or fucking no one.”

He takes his hand off your throat. You cough as the air slowly refills your lungs. “I’m yours okay? Please i’m sorry.”

He grins, grabs your cheeks and gives you a quick kiss.

“Oh i know baby, you’re sorry now.”

He leaves the bathroom, leaving you to wipe the fresh mascara stains off your cheeks. You fix your hair and clear your throat.

When you come back to the table, Sarah is digging into a bowl of vanilla ice cream.

You sit down, Tommy smiles at you. Joel is wiping the pink lipgloss you stained him with off, before anyone notices.

“Hey! Are you okay? You were in there a while.” Sarah says with a mouthful of ice cream dripping past her lips.

You try to come up with an excuse.

“Got kinda lost trying to find it.”

Joel huffs. Tommy can’t keep himself off you. It’s like he’s trying to get you in trouble.

He leans in again, nothing good comes from this.

“Too bad I already had dessert, ice cream looks pretty darn good.”

God just touching you was his dessert? You’d blush if it wouldn’t get you put in your place again. He tries to touch you again.

You swipe his hand away. It hurt him, he frowns and mutters a sorry.

The car ride home was quiet. Sarah showing you pictures of the dinner on her phone.

Both millers were staring right at you in each picture, it’s like they weren’t even trying to hide it.

The only interaction with Joel for the rest of the night was those few glances through the rearview mirror on the way home.

It was cruel trying to sleep. You kept tracing the spots on your neck where he squeezed the hardest, honestly you thought u deserved it.

That one kiss through all the pain, it kept you up.

How was that the softest he had kissed you before, yet the most aggressive he treated you.

It made you question everything you knew about him.

You fell asleep looking at Sarah’s instagram, the pictures of him.

Too bad you were too dead asleep cause he was blowing up your phone.

3 missed calls from J.Miller-11:30pm

Hey can i talk to ya?-11:37pm

Sorry if i scared ya, just cant handle anyone else having u-11:37pm

Sweet dreams sugar.-11:46pm

masterlist (check out the rest of the series there:))

part four: here

AN!!! Hey long time no see yawl😪 i started writing this like last week and write 90% of it in like three hours sooo idk how to feel bout it ANGST??? DARK JOEL??? TOMMY MAKING A MOVE??? Lots going on in this. @cuntyjoel was my supportive writer bestie that actually convinced me to finish this go check em out and my bottom joel fic IM BEGGING YAWL its linked so is my master list with part one and two to study break. Love yall.

[lovefoolholland]

Louis’ Brother - Matty Healy x Reader

Summary: a halloween party leads you to meet Louis’ older brother, who seems just like the love of your life.

Warnings: Slight mentions of smut, nothing too fancy.

A/N: listen to Cate’s Brother by Maisie Peters!!!

English is not my first language !

You knew that Louis’ older brother was a singer. You’ve met his parents, and they both were celebrities. Hell, you’d even helped Louis make some audition tapes during your late college years.

But you were surprised when you met his brother, formally.

You were standing in the middle of the kitchen of a party you had thrown on Halloween, while Louis told you about his weekend, as well as Cate’s (Louis’ girlfriend), until noticing the way your mind drifted away, so he decided to change the topic.

“Y/N, have you met my brother?”

Your head pivoted in surprise from where you were holding it in your hand, and you looked at Louis wide-eyed.

“No I haven’t.”

Louis opened his mouth, but by the corner of your eye, you saw someone coming over. A curly haired man, quite plainly, with a face really similar to Louis’, but slightly tougher. He was slightly taller than Louis, and his face was a sheer reflection of something fun and witty. He was attractive.

You gulped.

Why did you find him attractive, of all people?

“Hello,” he said, stepping up to the countertop of the kitchen where Cate, Louis and you were standing. He greeted Cate (he knew Cate?), and then his brother, only for his eyes to land on you at last “Y/N, you’re a full grown woman by now, not the toddler that ran around naked in our backyard.”

Fuck.

“Healy,” you said, smirking back at him “you’re not the kid that bit on crayons while Louis drew at my house, right?”

Matty chuckles, and you see the way his eyes slightly close when he laughs. It’s cute, sweet even…

Shut up.

No more daydreaming about Louis’ brother.

“What have you been up to since we last saw each other?” Matty asked, taking a pint out of the bucket next to you. His curls moved almost in slow-motion “Christmas, right?”

Right. He’d been all night talking to his dad and you’d been drinking to death with Louis. Neither of you had directed a word to each other that night, yet he remembered.

Oh, this little crush was gonna last for a while.

“Yes,” you said “Christmas. I was really drunk. I’m probably going to be drunk tonight too.”

Matty laughed, and his eyes lingered to your lips when you took a sip of your drink.

“And well, uh, answering your question,” you hoped the damn lights covered your blush “I have just been working. Living with Louis, we’re flatmates.”

“Yes, he told me.”

Oh, and he had listened.

“Ah, okay,” you said “what have you been up to?”

“Working” he said back with a smirk.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Playing gigs I expect.”

“Yes, exactly.”

“Of course. Is your band as big as Denisse paints it? I know she’s fond of you guys, not very objective…”

“We are big, have you not listened to us?”

“Should I have?”

Of course you had.

“Yes, probably, come on, not even to Somebody Else?”

You broke in laughter, and Matty took a deep breath in, looking at you with a playful smile.

“I got you there.”

“Sure thing love” he answered nonchalantly, looking you up and down as he took a sip of his pint.

Love? Oh, we’re fucked.

The next time you see Matty, it’s a double date… Well, not exactly.

Louis, Cate and you went to the movies together, pretty often, and it wasn’t uncomfortable or anything. They both were your best friends over their romantic relationship, so the three of you always had a great time.

This time it was much different, it wasn’t supposed to, but Louis told you over a text that Matty decided to join y’all because he was in town and didn’t have much to do.

He was still in town a week after Halloween, really? Why? Why couldn’t he leave you and that little crush you’d developed on him alone?

So you found yourself standing at the entrance of the movies, tapping your foot exasperated while waiting for Louis and Cate. Not Matty. No, you had put on makeup because you felt like it, not for Matty.

Not at all.

He showed up first (of course).

“Y/N,” Matty greeted, looking you up and down “looking good.”

Fuck.

You blush and you cough, trying to hide it, but his smartass smirk tells you the opposite.

“Yeah, you too I guess.”

He does, and it’s irritating because he’s always wearing those suits… That make him look terribly handsome. At the Halloween party it was a black suit and white shirt, black tie, and now it was a black suit too, but no tie and a navy blue shirt on.

He looked hellishly handsome, and it made you want to vomit.

“You guess?” you huff as Matty asks this, looking rather disappointed on your answer “I look good, I know I do.”

“Alright mister Congeniality.”

He narrows his eyes at you as you bite back your laugh, and you thank God that Louis and Cate arrive at that certain time.

Cate goes to buy the tickets while Louis and Matty chat about stuff, making updates on their lives, you guess. You take yourself to the snacks to buy some popcorn and some candy, and as soon as you get back, Matty practically bolts to you to dip a hand on the popcorn.

“Oi, that’s mine” you protest, and he snickers.

“Ours.”

The way he says that… Ugh!

You roll your eyes and let him have a handful of popcorn before entering the room of your movie, and you groan as you notice it’s a scary movie.

“Cate! Why a scary one?”

Cate frowns and Matty laughs, obviously about to tease you.

“A tad scared, are we?”

“None of your business.”

“We’ll see.”

Of course, Louis and Cate have to sit together because they’re a freaking couple, but it still makes you grumpy as you sit down and the trailers begin.

“You’re always this mad?” Matty asks in a whisper as he leans against you to take another handful of popcorn.

You do not take a sniff at him (he smells like cigars and soap, but that’s because he’s too close).

You do not take a look at his slicked back curls, which are contradictorily falling against his forehead, making him look even more gorgeous.

Hell, you can’t think these things about Louis’ brother.

“Nope,” you answer, slapping his hand away from the popcorn and taking some for yourself “it’s you.”

“I feel flattered.”

“Don’t, every coincidental idiot makes me feel like that.”

“And how many coincidental idiots have you met?”

“A handful, but you keep sticking around.”

“And expect me to, because I have next weekend free too” Matty winks at you before focusing on the start of the movie.

You shift on your seat and pull the popcorn in between the two of you, so he at least is a couple of centimetres away from you and he doesn’t have to lean in (so you don’t accidentally smell and look at him, of course).

The movie starts, and your leg at first bops up and down, until the first jumpscare. You frown as you see Cate hugging Louis' arm, trying not to think about it and instead tightly closing your hands so you don’t do the same with Matty. That would be a really big and dumb move.

“Hey,” his whisper in your ear makes you jump, and you turn to him and hit him in the arm anything but gently “auch.”

“Don’t whisper in my ear in the middle of a scary movie” you whisper back to his face.

“Sorry, I just wanted to ask you something.”

“Well…?”

Matty takes a deep breath before asking, and he leans into you again. This time you don’t stop him, it’s because of the question, right? No other reason, why would he have any other reason?

“Do you like Louis?”

That startles you.

“Huh?” your eyebrows knit together in confusion before scoffing “No, he’s my best friend, quite literally like a brother.”

Matty’s eyes linger to Cate, and then to you. Oh, he’s seen you frown, he surely thinks…

Wait, he saw you frown, which means he was seeing you while your eyes were glued to the screen.

Oh.

You shake your head.

“I like Cate.”

“I’m sure you do” you roll your eyes.

“C’mon Matty…”

He raises both eyebrows at the informality.

“This is the first time you call me by my name.”

Fuck.

“Shut up and watch the movie.”

“Alright…”

As your eyes turn to the screen again, another jumpscare surprises you, and this time your hands go to Matty’s arm almost instinctively. You stop touching him in a second, almost as if his skin burns you, but it’s too late, he’s already smirking all proud and… And smugly, you guess.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t need to.”

Matty chuckles before he reaches for your hands, putting them in his arm once again.

“It doesn’t bother me.”

Oh… We’re so very fucked.

Louis made a party, a small gathering really, next Friday. You exchanged numbers with Matty, and in hopes of not hearing from him at all really, you were a bit surprised to see him text you every now and then to tease you in some type of way.

So it wasn’t any shock when he texted you asking if you were going to the party. You said yes, an obvious yes since you practically live together, you had to be there whether you wanted to or not.

It was Cate, Louis, some mutual friends you two had, and Matty and… George, Matty’s best mate. He brought his girlfriend Charli along, and soon enough, the party turned into a rave.

You were doing some shots with Louis when Charli joined you, so you had to restart out of politeness, of course. It’s safe to say the three of you were hammered to no end when your friends started diving onto the pool.

Matty watched everything from one chair outside the pool, chuckling along George. You went over the two of them with Charli by your hand.

“He likes you” she said as the two of you made your way to your- Matty and his boyfriend. No, not Matty’s boyfriend, Matty and Charli’s boyfriend, George.

You needed to sober up.

“Who?” you ask “George? Yeah. He also bit crayons when I met him.”

Which is a complete lie, but you were drunk and wanted to cause some chaos.

“George ate crayons?” Charli erupts in laughter “I was talking about Matty!”

You look confused.

“Yes, Matty also bit on crayons.”

“No– Girl, focus!” the two of you finally make it to the boys, and Charli throws herself on George’s arm. He takes his girlfriend by the arms, smiles at you, and runs inside the house to get her some water.

You also want to throw yourself to Matty, but instead, you throw yourself on the chair next to him.

He likes you.

You huff.

“You’re not drunk?”

“Do I seem drunk?”

“You seem irritated.”

“That’s because you’re drunk, love.”

“No shot Sherlock,” you sit on the chair and turn to look at him, “you’re wearing the navy blue shirt again.”

Matty raises both eyebrows in surprise as he looks down.

“I am.”

“You look pretty in blue,” before you can think it through, you said it, and you’re blushing and widening your eyes in panic “I- I mean, you don’t look bad, but to be fair you don’t look bad in anything– You-You know? You’re average. Good looking but average. Everything looks good on you, I mean you…”

Matty laughs out loud and throws his head back in fun. You’re so embarrassed you look down to the pool with a frown.

“I get it” he finally says.

You turn to look at him.

“I think you have to.”

He laughs again and grabs a beer from the table in between the two of you.

“I do,” Matty says with a crooked smile “would it help if I said you look pretty in blue too?”

Oh yes, you were wearing a light blue dress, one of the few dresses you used when you had gatherings with your closests friends, so it was pretty tight and it looked good on you.

You blush.

“A bit.”

He chuckles again and takes the beer by the side.

“Look at this love.”

“You’re not going to…”

And of course he shotguns.

You laugh as he does this, excellently so. Not a single drop of alcohol falls from his mouth, and your mind wonders whether he’d look good with some juices in his chin and his stubble…

Shut up.

You gulp and he finishes the gun, throwing it to the side.

“Fancy laying with me while the drinks lay off?” you ask with a smile as you lean back on the chair.

“Comment on my shotgun, I’m sure you have a brilliant thing to say about it.”

You bite on your tongue before speaking.

“It just adds to the Congeniality aspect, you know?”

Matty euros in laughs once again and you can’t help but think about how good his voice sounds all raspy and hoarse.

A few hours go by. You don’t feel drunk anymore, the people leave except for Matty and Cate. Louis says his goodbyes to the two of you as he leaves with Cate to his room, and you pick up your legs on the chair so they stay against your chest.

“Matty?”

“Yeah love?”

Again love?!

“I’m feeling rather tired.”

Matty’s head full of curls pops from the chair lounge, and he sits up.

“Do you want me to help you get to your bed?”

You sigh and shake your head, sitting up.

“I’m not drunk anymore.”

“Prove it.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“You’re goddamn irritating, that’s how I prove it.”

“Fair enough, you returned to your mad self.”

But instead of getting up on your own, you take Matty’s hand, due to the fact that he’s offering it to you. Not because you want to touch him, nope.

You get to the kitchen and you realise the speakers are still on, playing Nirvana. You chuckle and sing along in a hum as you pour yourself a glass of water.

“Want anything?”

“Water. Without venom if you can.”

You roll your eyes and pass him your glass, filling another one for you.

“What time is it?”

He looks at his watch.

“Almost three.”

“Oh fuck,” you curse under your breath, chug down the glass and turn to the speakers to turn them off “it’s really late and one’s gotta work, you know? Not all of us are popular singers in a band.”

Matty laughs behind you, and you can sense his presence getting closer.

“I can’t imagine.”

“I’m sure you can’t…” your mind trails off, but you can’t ask the question as discreetly, so your hazy mind asks straight away “Do you have a girlfriend Matty?”

He goes silent. You put the glass in the sink and turn to him. He’s looking at you with wide eyes and a slight smirk.

“No.”

Your mind goes blank, and Charli’s voice echoes.

He likes you.

“Oh, I thought…”

“No,” he repeats, interrupting you and stepping up to you. You notice he gets his hands out of his pockets, and you gulp once more “do you?”

“No” you answer in a soft whisper.

Matty smiles before crashing his lips into yours.

You breathe him in. Taste him. He smells of cigars and cologne, tastes of beer and peppermint. It’s addicting, the way you cling onto his shoulder as he kisses you and holds you by the waist.

As he pulls apart, you pant against his lips.

It doesn’t take him long to start kissing you again, this time moving to your room in between kisses and laughs as the two of you collide with everything and anything in your flat (why are there suddenly chairs and tables everywhere?).

He opens the door, he crushes you against the door, kisses you and kisses your neck, then moves onto your bed and the both of you collapse into it.

Your mind wanders as he takes off your shirt.

“Is this for real?” you ask in between kisses “Are you for real Louis’ brother?”

Matty chuckles as he takes off his shirt– God his tattoos– and he parts your legs to sit in between them.

“Yeah, I’m for real.”

“I really like you.”

Matty caresses your naked back as you lay in his chest, your cheek against it as your mind wanders a bit more. The after sex glow isn’t enough to get your mind relaxed.

“I hoped so” you say sarcastically.

“Well, I do,” Matty says with a sigh “and I’ve been since we met at the Halloween party.”

“Me too,” you confess, popping your head up to put it beside him, on the pillows of your bed “are you gonna last, Healy?”

He chuckles.

“I will,” he says, and puts a hand on your cheek, tracing with his fingertips your jaw, your neck, the love bites he left behind “I won’t lead you on. I’m not like the others.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Very much what I expected,” you joke, and Matty snickers “how can I know you’re for sure? It’s only been… Three weeks. A summer.”

Matty smirks, leans into you, captures your lips in another passionate kiss, licking your lower lip and then kissing your cheek with sweetness and lingering wanting in between.

“Let’s go to my house tomorrow, let’s tell mum and Louis.”

Oh he was… He was serious. His eyes told you the truth, he wanted this to work out because he liked the way you bantered, you played with each other, you craved each other.

“Okay” you nod, and he smiles, kissing you once more.

And now, you were dating Louis’ brother, Matty Healy.

[nocturni3]

Miguel Ohara x male reader: canon Tragedy

CHARACTER DEATH, I can understand if y’all don’t wanna read if you don’t think this is something you can’t handle mentally DNI. Or read when I do Angst and death I don’t hide anything it’ll hit deep and twist your heart.

(TW: possibly incorrect Spanish, toxic mother, loving brother in law, reader death, canon event, blood, death, venom 2099, mourning, mental break, feral Miguel, death of child, kron stone death, venom death, Revenge, pain)

Two months passed before the two newlyweds knew it! They were officially married and now waiting for their baby girl Gabriella to be ready to bring home with them. For the two months after their wedding M/n and Miguel were working non-stop; be it with Alchemax workloads, or setting up their daughters room for her arrival.

A room the newly weds spent all their time painting, buying all the needed equipment, toys, crib, lights, play pin. Both of them never had in their childhoods; a happy healthy home; that was their plan to give their daughter everything they never had.

M/n still couldn’t believe it, as if it was out of a movie he stood in the doorway of Gabriella’s room staring at the cream pink walls hang pictures of animals, her play bin filled with stuffed animals as well nearly flooding onto the floor many of those animals being rabbits of different sizes and colors. A holo projection hung clouds floating and shifting across the ceiling.

Soft blanket folded in the crib waiting to be wrapped around their beautiful daughter. M/n smiled at the room knowing this once empty, hollow room would soon have a child in it to breathe life on its walls.

Arms wrapped themselves around his middle pulling his back against a muscular chest. The hands that wrapped around his waist displayed a ring that M/n rubbed his thumb across smiling, turning his head to look into the eyes of his husband.

Miguel O'hara, who’s eyes bore bugs under them of the countless nights of working late as the new CEO of Alchmax. Even still a smile stretched across Miguel’s lips before pressing a kiss against a M/n’s temple.

“Think we got her enough toys? Maybe we should get her-“

M/n gave a soft chuckle rubbing Miguel’s head as it leaned on top of his own shoulder.

“I think this kids gonna be spoiled if we keep buying her toy after toy before she gets here.”

Miguel’s arms tightened around M/n pulling in closer, sighing from his husband being so close to his heart.

“Oh trust me love she’s already spoiled. I think we can handle spoiling her a bit more”

“Hmm, yeah you’re right…maybe when Gabe and me are out grabbing lunch I’ll grab a few more things for our baby”

“Make sure Gabe doesn’t try to buy her dumb”

“Miggy! Gabriel O'hara trying to buy our daughter something ridiculous?! We both know your brother but I’ll try to convince him to keep the terrible jokes at a mild”

Miguel chuckled, shaking his head into your neck breathing in his scent, his cologne. Taking in all of m/n as he held his other half’s body close. Migue wished he could go with him on this lunch like they both used to do but as the CEO his time was so limited to quick snacks and breaks before being on calls for a good chunk of the day.

But he knew m/n needed to get out of the house, check on Gabe after he and his girlfriend fought. To get his mind off of the stress of their own soon to be born child. After all, Gabe had spent far too much time ensuring Discord stayed locked away in cyberspace; he needed a break away from downtown even.

M/n smiled before turning around in Miguel’s arms pressing his hands against Miguel’s chest. Smiling up to his tired husband;

“And maybe after shopping I’ll check on our little girl get some more photos before she’s born, I could video call you get you to go on a well needed break away from those other department dicks”

Leaning down Miguel captured soft lips with his own, a kiss both performed so many times, yet it was a dance that still left Miguel’s lips and fangs buzzing after you lips left his. Patting his chest M/n pulled away running his hand across Miguel’s chest as he walked past him to gather his holo watch and jacket.

Miguel fallowed him leaning against the kitchen wall staring at his gorgeous husband he stuck by him for a decade of dating. A year of supporting Miguel becoming spiderman, finding out of his identity. Livening Miguel through all the ups and downs of the months of them struggling to become parents and now they were married.

Living in their house, a peaceful house away from the stresses and anxiety of the city. Miguel stared at his husband who soon noticed looking over his shoulder, making his h/l h/c get in his face as he smiled at Miguel who watched with his own smile watching as e/c eyes shined.

“Like what you see hot stuff?”

“Oh, ya conoces el amor, there’s no point in boosting that ego of yours farther”

“Damn and here I thought I needed an ego boost, shock throw the plan away then”

Miguel shook his head, pushing off the counter before pulling M/n close to him once more taking both hands in his; as though the two were going to start to dance like they had at their wedding as shown with countless photos of the twos wedding and years of dating hung all over their home.

Leaning forward Miguel pressed his forehead against M/ns, leaving a small peck against the soft lips he loved with all his heart.

“Knowing you, you'll make another plan for that ego, be safe okay, holo call me after you and Gabe’s lunch alright, love you”

M/n smiled even more, holding the side of Miguel’s tired cheek, nudging his nose against his worried husband.

“I will handsome, if you promise you will take a well needed nap; Mr. CEO needs to sleep too you know don’t make me have LYLA shut down the servers just for you to sleep”

“Can’t have that”

“Nope, those servers are a pain to turn back on”

“Than you got yourself a deal”

“Good, Now ilove you and I’ll call you after me and Gabe are done eating and shopping”

Miguel smirked watching as M/n called up Gabriel who answered in a tired, stressed voice on the other end.

“Yo! Bro are ya done yet! That brunch place is gonna be pact by the time we get ther-“

“He’s ready Gabe, you keep him safe yeah?”

M/n jokingly elbowed Miguel smiling at him before turning to Gabriel who rolled his eyes in the holo call.

“Yes Mig I’ll keep your husband safe and sound; we both know just how dangerous a cafe can be-“

“Okay kids stop fighting, I’m coming out now Gabe!”

Gabriel nodded before hanging up the hollo call.leaving Miguel and M/n once again alone. Turning to Miguel M/n placed a quick kiss on Miguel’s lips mumbleing against them as he wished him an easy work day before pulling back to head to the door.

“Lyla! Make sure Miguel gets sleep yeah!”

Lyla smiled as she appeared in front of M/n smiling as she winked at his giving him a thumbs up.

“You got it boss”

Miguel gave a soft sigh when the door closed to their house; before turning to the kitchen counter that held his now cold coffee. Another long day of work.

~~~~~

M/n laughed at Gabes joke on members of his girlfriend's rebel groups antics. Neely spitting out his coffee at his husband's brother.

“There’s no shockeing way he did that!”

Gabe laughed, his goggles nearly falling on his eyes as his head shook.

“I wish I was lying but the guy is a moron when it comes to tech hacking and don’t get me started…”

Humming M/n looked out the window zoning out to look at the city skyline, watching the hover cars fly through the sky In between buildings and holo board’s advertising companies with the hero’s of old. M/ns mind moved to Miguel’s tired eyes the way his face saved a bit from stress of work. His clothes-

“Bro you good?”

“Huh! Oh shock sorry Gabe I was just-“

“Thinking of Miguel?”

M/ns hands held the cup of coffee taking a small sip, taking in all the emotions that flowed in his heart. Even though the cafe was a peaceful atmosphere it didn’t quell m/ns worrying heart.

“Yeah…”

“Trouble in paradise?”

M/ns eyes widened as his waved his left hand that held his wedding band, that bounced the suns rays off the red diamond.

“What oh no, no no! Nothing like that at all, we’re great, better than ever it’s just…Gabe you’ve seen Miguel he’s working so hard all the time-“

“I thought you said he stopped being spide- I mean”

“Spiderman”

“Wait you know!”

M/n laughed covering his mouth as he sat the hot cup of coffee down on the table. Seeing Gabes shocked face of horror.

“I’ve known for a while…and yeah he’s stopped or slowed down a lot more due to him taking up the CEO position at Alchemax but that’s the issue.”

“Him being CEO or quitting his other gig?”

Sighing M/n looked down at the shopping bags that sat next to his and Gabe's table inside sat another small bean stuffed bunny, an old looking toy but the novelty of it drew him in. Holding the small bunny in his hands M/n played with the soft white ears, moving the big floppy ears from its face.

“Neither, it’s him working himself to exhaustion that has me worried to death. Gabriella is coming home next month and it worries me he isn’t getting the sleep we both need now before we bring a newborn home.”

“M/n-“

And I just can’t put more stress on him-“

A hand grabbed the white rabbit from M/n anxious hands; holding the body in front of his face, speaking in a high pitch voice that heard other patrons and their kids staring; some chuckling before going back to their own conversation.

“M/n O’Hara you listen here, when you get home you make Miggy go to bed, you tell him he needs to chill out on being the big CEO of Alchedick. You hear me Mr. O’Hara”

M/n laughed his hand covering his mouth as he laughed as Gabe smiled at his brother in law seeing M/n Ohara relax.

“Thanks Gabe, I know you know this but your the best brother in law I could’ve asked for and uncle for Gabriella to have”

“I’m the only one of those two things!-“

Gabriel’s watch started ringing loudly, Gabe looked down at the caller ID instantly answering; m/n looked away giving Gabe some privacy as he stared at the bustling and busy. Slipping the rest of his own coffee before Gabe piped in his expression told M/n all he needed to know;

“Shit, hey man I gotta-“

M/n smiled holding up a hand at Gabriel.

“Gabe go on I’ll catch a taxi to the clinic; go take care of your girlfriend okay, when you can call Miguel. You may not know this but every time you call Miguel is happy to talk to his baby brother you know.”

Gabriel looked down at his coffee tapping his watch on the tipping pad. Nodding sadly before placing his goggles around the rabbits neck smiling at M/n as he pushed the bunny back in his hands.

“Give those to little Gabriella yeah? if she’s anything like Miguel and me you’ll have your hands full with fights”

Taking the rabbit in his hands M/n smiled at Gabe, before placing the small stuffed animal with the dirty goggles around its neck back in the back at his feet.

“Oh I have no doubt, take care of yourself Gabe”

“You too my favorite brother in law”

Laughing M/n lightly punched Gabes arm.

“I’m your only brother in law you moron”

Gave laughed weakly before waving bye to M/n who smiled at his now empty cup of coffee, looking back out to the skyline taking in the breathtaking view of it all.

“What a beautiful day.”

~~~~

Keeping her promise Lyla had Miguel take a well needed nap that wasn’t at the very desk he did all his work, but in his and M/n’s bed room. Even going as far as to have one of his serving drones spray M/ns cologne all over their bed just to get Miguel to fall asleep faster.

Lyla loved the couple, as close as any friend would and it broke her AI software to see Miguel work himself every hour of everyday while M/n worried in silence. Only to comfort Miguel everyday after work when the two got a rare moment of peace. Only for Miguel’s scectarly; his own mother to call him to yet another meeting.

It had gotten so bad that Lyla would answer the phone calls from his mother before his holo watch even notified Miguel and told her that Miguel was busy and to move the meetings for the next day or week. This bought Miguel some time to catch some rest like this moment.

Lyla watched as Miguel instantly passed out under the soft covers pulling some of the covers to his face to smell his husband's cologne even more as he slept. Lyla smiled, hovering her hand over Miguel’s hair before vanishing to the living room, staring at the many photographs that hung on the walls of the modern home, photos of the couples time during high school prom night, the photos of their graduation at Alchemax School for Gifted Youngsters.

Next we’re photos of them in their apartment, vacations to parts of Mexico and the world. Photos of their rings on either of their hands and last their wedding. Both wearing white suits as they kissed in front of a crowd of friends and Miguel’s family.

Lyla's smile wore away as yet another processing call from Miguel’s mother came in. Sighing dramatically, Lyla made a 21st century phone call as she answered, hearing the older woman's voice on the other end of the line.

“Miguel sweetly you have a meeting-“

“Ima stop you right there, one Miguel sweetly is

sleeping after pulling a 24 hour shift of none stop meetings, stress and isolation thanks to your constant fear migrating and project-“

“What did you say! Lyla you put Miguel on this call right now-“

“No, you listen here you are cozying up to Miguel after years of hating him for your own selfish sake just to work your way in having him fear failing his new family like that abusive bastard had. So I won’t put Miguel on the call cause unlike you! me and M/n have eyes and heart to see that Miguel needs a long needed break away from work and away from you you old washed up hag!”

“You good for nothing AI you listen here you bit-“

Lyla had the phone vanish and along with it all her anger before she made her way to the couple’s room peering inside to see Miguel hugging m/n’s pillow tightly the nanotech in the fibers emitted a light glow in the pitch black room. a smiling Lyla left once more seeing Miguel’s face relaxed, at peace as he slept.

She only hoped when M/n called Miguel would take some time away from the stresses of work and spent it gushing over little Gabriella and M/n who would probably continuously feed Miguel praises and love.

~~~~~~

Ring

Ring

Ring

“¿eh? Miguel Ohara hablando”

The sound of Miguel’s tired voice brought a smile and chuckle from M/n's lips as he placed his hand on top of the glass set face that protected Gabriella from the world outside.

“I sure hope so, what do I have to do to set an appointment for my husband?”

“M-m/n! Ow shock! Sorry I was-“

“Sleeping? Good, did you have a good long rest hun?”

Faintly hearing Miguel on the other line humming before a groan escaped his husbands lips M/n knew Miguel had gotten the sleep he needed most.laughing M/n turned on his holo watches camera popping a miniature view of a still sleepy miguel who still lauded in their bed. His deep brown locks were a mess of tousled bed hair, mixed with his tired smiled that showed off his fangs as he spoke:

“Best rest I’ve had cariño thanks to Lyla holding off my mother and her constant meetings and a bit of your cologne”

“My cologne?l

“Sí, it help me sleep”

Chuckling M/n turns fully to watch his old hand rubbing the glass that held their daughter; as though this simple act helped her feel safe.

“Then I guess I should start stockpiling some more huh?”

“Haha I think you’ll be fine you already got enough of that stuff to last a year”

His cheeks reddening M/n shook his head before pointing an accusing finger at Miguel. Both playing along with the others' antics and sarcasm. Acting more like children than 27 year old newlyweds.

“Hey careful there husband or you’ll find yourself-“

“On the couch?”

“Oh shush!”

Miguel’s tired voice gave way to a chest lightening laugh that was soon joined by M/n. Both men looked at the other with such love it was almost hard for either of them to describe. Moments passed with M/n and Migue talking to their daughter who was floating in the water like liquid. Both parents smiling love not at their daughter seeing just how much she looked like Miguel and both taking guesses on what she’ll be like.

“Nah I think she’ll for sure be a daddy’s girl”

“Amor were both her parents”

M/ns smile widened even in hologram form Miguel stared at his husbands smile as though it was the sun itself.

“Duh that’s to the point! No competitions for her favorite parent reward”

“I just hope I can’t catch a break from work to see her enough-“

“And you will; miggy I love you and Gabriella loves you too. The company won’t crumble to dust if your gone to be with your family.”

Miguel knew what M/n was saying was the truth; he knew he was overworking himself, wasting time that could be used to be with his husband at the clinic with m/n instead of holo calls.

Nodding Miguel got up from the comforting bed making his way to the office computer that he wasted so much time behind ensuring a company he originally hated after what his “dad” did to him. After what they did to the people of Nueva York. Glancing to the spiderman suit that still sat behind a glass case then back to the countless emails from investors, department heads, and competitors trying to buy the company.

“Lyla send out a department wide email informing them I’m going on maternity leave for a year to support my family and direct all questions and answers to the new AI secretary that will soon be replacing secretary Ohara.”

Lyla smiled, doing a quick salute before proceeding to write and send email, while ordering the highest tech of a secretary encrypting it with all of Miguel’s plans, goals and Alchemaxs new goals. While on the side writing the termination paperwork for one Conchata O'Hara.

Turning back to the holo call of a shocked M/n who’s eyes where now filling with tears of happiness at Miguel’s selfless actions.

“Y-you really did it?”

“Por ti hago lo que sea, mi amor.”

Wiping away his tears M/n smiled looking at the hologram of his husband who looked as disheveled as always when he woke up from a long needed rest.

“You better get over here so I can kiss you then-“

The door to the clinic opened, reviewing a man M/n had never seen in the clinic before. Yet the older looking man wore a lab coat, his long greasy looking white hair cascaded over his face as he spoke his crooked teeth were as apparent as the sewer smell radiating off of him.

“You’re Mr.Ohara right?”

“Mmh, that’s correct M/n Ohara; is there something wrong! My husbands right here,please tell us is there something wrong with our little Gabriella?!”

Miguel’s heart was pounding as m/n gently placed the watch down so he could fully see this doctor; Miguel had a feeling he knew this man…that he’s seen the man somewhere before?

Pushing those thoughts down to focus on his fear for what the doctor would say to the couple.what would they have to do to keep Gabriella safe. Miguel could only process a split second of the “doctors” words as he walked over to M/n and Gabriella, his hands pressing against the glass staring at the couples daughter.

“Yes but it’s best if we talk with you first m/n, shouldn’t take that long, and your husband can stay in here keep an eye on little Gabriella”

M/n shuffled uncomfortably as he looked back at Gabriella and Miguel who looked confused but far more scared for the news of Gabriella’s health.

“M/n it’s alright I’ll watch over her…make sure shes-“

M/n picked up the holo watch placeing it nearer to the glass sphere.

“I shouldn’t be long love”

“I know, amor just be careful”

M/n smiled at Miguel before following the doctor out of their daughter's observation room. Miguel’s eyes fell on his daughters small body inside the water like liquid as the motors light up her vitals which all looked all good; by all accounts she’s the picture of health?

“What is that doctor even talking about-“

Miguel’s thoughts were tossed out of the window as the room's door slammed open as M/n was thrown through the air, his body and head slamming into the thick glass of Gabriella’s container making a thin freak form.

Miguel’s instincts rushed into overdrive hearing a deep gurgling voice laugh as M/ns body could barely move as he struggled to sit up his head was bleeding socking the clothes he wore his arm had deep claw marks left his arm soaked in blood that poured down to the floor even as he tried to close the claw marks the best he could.

Miguel didn’t hesitate to run to his office door to run to the clinic if he had to; as he watched helplessly as m/n pressed his blood soaked body against Gabriella’s glass; trying to protect their daughter from the danger that wreaked havoc killing doctors, guards before turning its black tar like body towards M/n, tha skull markings mixed with the grotasted spider made of bones that wrapped in its front had M/ns throat clenched.

Only to scream to Miguel with his eyes filled with fear, tears and outright love for Miguel all while protecting their precious child even as his body screamed at him to run! M/n's heart pounded in his chest as his head started to feel light either from blood loss or adrenaline he couldn’t say as he looked at an even fearful Miguel eyes he knew were on the glass case of spiderman.

“Go on call for my bastard brother! I wanna tear his body limb from limb! Tell him to get spiderman to do his job YOU HEAR THAT OHARA CALL SPIDERMAN HELL COME DOWN HERE YOURSELF TOO! Haha watching Hope melt from your eye will be so sweet when I kill your brat and husband! ILL EVEN MAKE A DEAL! which one to kill! Haha”

The volume of the two overlapping voice made M/n and Miguel’s fear riddled minds spinning as M/n turned to Miguel, tears falling from both partners eyes as they both knew what M/n was about to say-

“No please don’t kill them I’ll do anything! What do you want, just name it! You want spiderman right I’ll give you him just don’t hurt-“

“Miguel please! Save Gab-“

M/n screamed as the monsters clawed hands grabbed him by his neck using its blood covered fingers to turn M/ns head to look at the breaking and frantic Miguel ohara; the man he loved more than life itself break down.

“Money! Do you want money! Drugs, what do you want please tell me and I’ll do it!”

“Haha he thinks we want that- no WE WANT BLOOD, WE WANT SPIDERMANS BLOOD WE KILL TO GET THE SPIDERS ATTENTION-“

“I will get him there please just don’t hurt them!”

M/n screamed as a clawed hand clawed through his skin over his checks.

“You come too brother! After all, I want to see your break the most!”

M/n's watch was smashed along with his body against the glass protecting his daughter's body. Who’s vitals were starting to hit an all time high as the stress, sounds and vibrations of each slam against the sphere began to raise them all in the red. M/n yelled out, gasping as he clawed the best he could against the tar body; only gaining laughter and burning green acid to nearly miss his body.

“P-please stop, don't hurt my daughter please!”

“We don’t care; we kill, we will kill you then that brat…and watch Spider-Man’s heart break when we eat your corpse!”

M/ns eyes widened as the monster spoke its teeth near centimeters away from biting his head off.the pain and lack of air being breathed in had M/ns head spinning as the reality of this monster knowing Spider-Man’s identity; of it KNOWING Miguel’s identity. Gasping for air as his body was thrown to the ground a black tendril wrapped around his neck lifting his body off the floor to slam him to the wall.

M/n cried out as he watched each tub was ripped out of the sphere that kept Gabriella’s vitals safe, now their child was moving around frantically as if she knew what was happening as a black clawed hand scratched the surface was if it took not strength, as it turned to M/n laughing as the hand picked the sphere up with Gabriella up;

“WERE GETTING BORED! Let’s have fun destroying families “

“No! Please! NO!”

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Miguel contacted the public eyes on the situation on an unknown enemy taking the CEO of Alchemaxs husband and child hostage! Many came to help weapons at the ready as they followed the web crawler to an utterly destroyed clinic; dead bodies laid sprawled across the medallic landing pad; the more Spiderman ran through the building the more fire he faced.

Migue didn’t wait for the public eye as he ran through the blood soaked halls, various glass spheres that now were broken with dead 7-9 month old children laying dead and blue. Dead parents, doctors, nurses, guards all littered the floor of the clinic. Miguel’s only focus now was to follow the mass of dead bodies that got more and more dismembered the farther he ran. The sounds of the public eye officers followed him to the room that hung wide open; the lights flickered as a scream ripped through the blood filled halls. Miguel's mind was only focused on one goal.

Save M/n and Gabriella; swinging into the large room that once was filled with small decorations m/n and Miguel had placed around the room for their Gabriella, now torn, and covered in blood. Shopping bags torn and laying amongst the desisted was sobs and screaming coming from behind tha monstrously grotesque monster who’s skin looked and moved like tar. It’s clawed hands smeared in blood.

A wet sound could Miguel’s attention as he looked down to see water…mixed with blood. His heart pounded as Miguel let out a scream to the mister his voice creaking with his scream, tears soaked his mask.

“I’m here! Fight me you fucking murder!”

The beast turned around it’s skull like pattern creased as it smiled a mouth full of ridged jagged teeth

“THE SPIDER CAME! Shame we only got one dead WELL KILL THE NEXT ONE LATER FIRST SPIDERMAN FIGHTS VENOM!!”

Miguel fought the beast focusing on the battle the best he could but no matter what he did the screaming sobs that ripped through the air as M/n held their daughters bleeding limp body to his chest distracted Miguel long enough for this Venom to take ahold of Miguel’s head holding his body up into the air, Miguels talons had no affect to venoms body as it chuckled bringing a long claw up to Miguel’s mask;

“I know who’s under there brother, WE WILL MAKE SURE TO LET YOUR BOND WATCH YOU GET DEVOURED-“

“Spiderman watch out!”

Miguels eyes fell on Venoms body as bullets ripped through venoms body as it dropped Miguel’s body into the water and blood…that got darker as Venoms laughed louder; as it jumped through the ceiling.

“YOUR BULLETS WENT THROUGH ME BUT DONT WORRY SOMETHING BEHIND ME STOPPED THEM!”

Miguel's eyes followed the pool of blood landing on…M/n who was barely breathing as his back was littered with bullet holes slumped on his side, his arms wrapped around the small lifeless body of their sweet Gabriella who was wrapped in a bloodied pink blanket….

“NOO! M/n! ¡No no!¡Esto no puede estar sucediendo, por favor, quédate conmigo!”

Miguel scrambled to his feet sliding to the gasping body of his Husband who held their dead daughter's body close.l who’s face looked at peace and beautiful as though she was just sleeping if it wasn’t for the blood on her pale brown skin that was so pale Miguel knew she was gone before she could even take her first breath.

Migues eyes frantically looked to M/n face whose face was smeared in blood and cuts. Miguel didn’t care who saw the two as Miguel's arms held the dying body of his husband. Who barely cling onto life; even still M/n gave Miguel a struggling smile as tears smeared the blood more even in pain he tried to comfort his broken husband.

“Miggy, I-it hurts so much ”

“I-I know amor I know; stay with me please love I can’t loose you too-“

Miguel held the hand in his as he pressed the cold hand to his lips and cheek. Ignoring the sounds of the shied agents shooing away the public eye to give the two privacy their concerned eyes went unnoticed by the couple as Spider-Man cried holding the two bodies.

“I don’t want to l-leave you yet! Miggy i-I’m scared it’s so cold. W-we lost Gabriella it hurts so much Miggy”

Miguel's sobs ripped through him as he pulled the injured boy of his husband close, putting pressure on the wounds on his back the best he could; to try to stop the bleeding!

“I should’ve been here with you-“

The hand on his cheek lifted the bottom half of the mask smiling at Miguel. Gasping as he held their daughter lifeless body to his chest, the pain was fading for M/n now a numbness from blood loss as well as the cold peaceful grasp of death began to pull him from Miguel’s warmth.

“You’ve always had a-s-such a handsome s-mile o-one of many r-easons I fell so hard for you. Wanna see it one one time please”

“No stop talking like that, You’re not going anywhere! I’ll save you, the doctors can save you both!”

M/n's vision began to blurt as he witnessed the once strong willed, loving man in his life break in front of him grasping at any once of hope he could…m/n knew it wasn’t possible as his body became so heavy even pulling Miguel closer was exhausting.

M/ns hand pulled Miguel down weakly, his ghosting breath against Miguel’s lips. Miguel's lips quivered his hands pulling the cold body of his husband closer as both shared one final kiss before even his lips turned cold.

“We love you so much Miguel…r-remember that hun…”

Miguel's eyes stared in shock as life left M/n's eyes, the once e/c eyes that Miguel could drown in now unfocused as they slowly closed, his husband's body going limp. Miguel desperately pulled the two love ones of his life to his chest as he screamed. Screams that ripped through the clinic, ripped the hearts of the public eyes, shield agents, and now the press that heard it.

It was a scream of pure agony as though one’s heart was ripped from their chest in seconds.

But Miguel didn’t care as he clung to the bodies of his husband and child. Both looking at peace at last… Miguel’s heart raged one as helix screams of mourning became a far cry of rage.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw a sample of that living tar like substance. Placing his loved ones bodies down Miguel gripped a beaker scooping the disgusting monster in it.

“I’ll find you venom I’ll kill you myself”

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And suffer Miguel did as he marched into the labs the workers jumping back at their CEOs appearance. His eyes were red, bags and sunken cheeks made them wary of his mental state as he stood in front of the monster once again. Who is now a coward in the holding experimental cell.

Numbness was all Miguel felt as he wore two rings on his left hand, a small stained stuffed bunny with Gabs goggles wrapped around its neck in his other. Numbness and pain followed with a burning vengeance on his mind Miguel yelled.

“GET OUT!”

The staff didn’t hesitate to rush out of the labs. Rveryone walked on eggshells the past few days as their CEO was a grieving mess after the loss of both his husband and daughter. Everyone knew however what his goal was when spiderman threw the beast in the holding cell.

They knew Miguel was going to kill the monster.

Placing the bunny rabbit next to the frequency controls Miguel stared at the rabbit, the ring that once belonged to M/n now on his finger. As he traced over the letters;

‘You are my one and only light’

“AWWW IS CEO GETTING COLD FEE-AHHHH ahhh”

Miguels bared his teeth at the beast as his hand cranked the volume to max; tears ran down the widower’s face as he screamed over venoms suffering.

“IM GOING TO MAKE YOU FEEL THE SAME PAIN MY HUSBAND AND DAUGHTER FELT WHEN YOU KILLED THEM YOU FUCKING MONSTER!”

“OOOH HIT A NERVE-ahhhhhh”

“And when I’m done I’ll burn your corpse and throw you in concrete where you’ll be forgotten!”

“MIGUEL STOP PLEASE!”

A scream ripped from the rippling symbiote, a voice Miguel faintly remembers hearing through years of working at Alchemax, the voice of Kron Stone. His half brother was a cold blooded murder who wreaked havoc across the country killing families. Miguel snarled cranking the volume to Max screaming over the beast's scream. His voice cracking as sobs ripped over his screams, the memories of his and M/ns years of life together flashed in his mind.

Their first kiss, their first date, their first time together…their fights, concerns, love, laughter, hardships, marriage, wedding, planning for a baby. Most of all seeing M/n's face splattered with paint as they laughed while decorating Gabriella’s room. His warm arms that comforted Miguel’s during hard nights of spiderman… the blood that belonged to his husband and their daughter covering Miguel’s hands.

“YOU HAVE NO SHOCKIN RIGHT TO BEG FOR MERCY! YOU DIDN'T PROVIDE M/N OR GABRIELLA! AIM GOING TO MAKE YOU SUFFER YOU HEAR ME!”

The screams echoed from the room, the sounds of screaming from the Symbiote before silence, what followed was bone crunching punch after punch; sickening and bloodied as screams from whoever bonded to the Symbiote was beaten to death.

Miguel stood up, his hands bloodied, his knuckles split open and bruised as he stared down at the bloodied face that was barely recognizable to what Kron once looked like. Miguel landed a final kick to the murders face his breathing was erratic as he walked over the cowardly form of sludg that was the Symbiote now back as far as the hold glass cell allowed,

Miguel’s eyes blazed red as Miguel emotionless expression stared down at the alien before slamming his fist against the red botton that set the Symbiote ablazed its screams did get an once of pity from Miguel ad he turned around picking up the small stained rabbit before exiting the room. Turning to one of the public eye guards who looked terrified of his boss as he spoke,

“Throw that Trash into the incinerator; I don’t want to see it or hear about it anymore”

“Y-yes sir”

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Miguel’s return home was lonely; the house that was once held so many memories that was going to hold more now sat dark, dim, and grim as a thin layer of dust sat on the furniture that M/n used to always be at. The kitchen was empty and bare as fast food platters and bags littered the island.

Lyla, no matter what she tried couldn’t keep up with Miguel’s spiral of grief. But today seeing his hands injured and spattered with blood that wasn’t his own Lyla gently guided him towards his and M/ns room that was just as a mess as the rest of the house the two shared.

Miguel paused at the closed door with a small painted name plate;

~Gabriella~

His heart broke but Miguel stared at the stain rabbit with Gabes goggles hanging off its neck. His injured hands shook as they wrapped around the knob twisting it open to a thinly dusted room filled with toys that would never get played with, a crib that would never hold their sweet Gabriella.

Miguel took in a shaky breath as Lyla watched him, her own chest clenching as she watched Miguel place the small rabbit into the crib and pulling a pink blanket over it before walking out and closing the door.

Miguel entered his and M/ns room the thick smell of m/ns thick cologne hung heavily in the rooms air, on every blanket and clothes as Miguel’s body fell onto the bed his large body curling ever blanket he could to his face as Miguel cried his hands hurt, his heart hurt…and most of all his soul hurt as he took in the smell of the man he will never get to hold, never get to kiss or spend anymore time with anymore.

Their daughter they both wanted so badly was dead, his husband was dead all Miguel could feel was heartbreaking grief as Miguel eyes filled with tears stared at Lyla whose face looked ready to cry herself as her body took its human size her hand hovering on Miguel’s shoulder as he begged;

“Lyle tell me a story, make the hurting stop”

(I’m crying, no joke I was sobbing!)

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↳˗ˏˋ Tom kaulitz ˊˎ˗ ↴

▸ content warnings: reader is referred to as “girl” like once or twice, also wears a dress and makeup, kissing, cringe writing

▸ summary: spin the bottle got even more exciting

▸ A/N: this is my first time ever writing like a kissing/make out thing so I’m sorry it’s so bad. Not spell checked cuz it’s 12:30 am where I am 😍😭

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Here you are In a random room with him -the boy you’ve known all off 4 hours or so- he had you pushed up against the door drunkenly making out with you, his hands exploding your body as he deepened the kiss. But that can wait, let’s see how you got to this point.

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It was 5 at night you were sitting in your room listening to music “beautiful by Eminem” to be specific. (What I’m listening to rn as I write this 😍) when your best friend Addie bursts into your room. “Girl! Start getting ready.” She giggled practically jumping in the air. “Um..why?” You asked confused as you paused your music. “I just got a text from Emmie, she wants us to come to her party.” Addie smiled pulling you up from your bed. “So get ready pick the hottest dress you’ve got, we’re gonna find you a hookup.” She joked playfully winking at you. You playfully rolled your eye’s opening your closet to reveal all your clothes. After a while you narrowed your options down to a dark red off the shoulder dress and a light pink lacy dress. (Pick your favorite)

That was 2 hours ago and now you were fully ready, in your dress and a nice subtle makeup look. Addie looked amazing in her black mini skirt and baby blue crop top. “Ooo your looking sexy.” She giggled grabbing your hand happily. “Thanks add” you smiled at her before she dragged you outside to the taxi she’d called to take you to Emmies party. It was about a 20 minute drive and emmie greeted you two with open arms obviously a little tipsy. “Girlss come innn.” Emmie said her words slightly slurred as she pulled you both into the house shoving some alcohol in your hands.

An hour had passed when Addie came over to you drunkenly telling you about two guys who had arrived, apparently they were famous or something, you couldn’t understand properly because of the alcohol. “Yeah, you see those two over there.” She giggled pointing with a cup in her hand, you gaze followed to where she pointed eventally your eyes landed on the tow boys. One had black spikey hair and was wearing black eyes shadow. The other had dreadlocks and a lip piercing he wear quite baggy clothes compared to the other.

“Mhm yeah there twins and like famous or something.. apparently they know Emmies boyfriend” Addie words slurred a bit as she continued to drink. You nodded and let the thought of them leave your mind, but the bit with dreads kept staring at you as he drank. Suddenly the music stopped and Brad spoke up. “Alright we’re playing spin the bottle all y’all seat your ass’s down.” He yelled out obviously drunk like everybody else. Everyone shuffled to the living room sitting n the floor you obviously sat next to Addie, the boy with the dreads sat across from you along with his brother.

Brad spun the bottle to see who’s turn it would be first, and… it landed on you so you gently spun the bottle, it landed on some random boy from the party. Normally you would never randomly kiss some guy but you were drunk and having a great fucking time. You moved over to the boy giving him a kiss soon after his face went red. A couple other people had there turn’s before it was toms turn. It landed on you. Addie smiled gently nudging you as Tom made his way over to you, kissing you deeply, the kiss lasted longer then the others. Eventually you both broke away, his cheeks a slight pick shade, yours the same as you smiled at him before sitting down.

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Now it was your turn, you spun the bottle again. It landed on toms brother, bill. You smiled walking over to him kissing him. Bill gave back the same energy being equally as drunk as you. After you broke away you giggled softly not noticing how jealous Tom looked. “Ima get another drink..” you smiled to Addie as you walked to thekitchen. A pair of footsteps following you though it was Addie do you didn’t bother looking back. “Fun that huh?” You giggled still thinking the person behind you was your friend.

“Yeah very.” A deep voice said back as arms wrapped around your waist. You jumped slightly looking behind you see Tom. “Oh I thought” you started to say before he cut you off my smashing his lips against yours, gently pushing you against the kitchen island. After a while he broke away needing to breathe. “Let’s go.” He said his breath heavy as he pulled you upstairs, your drink abandoned on the side. You happily followed him up the stairs as he pulled you into a random room, pushing you eagerly against the door his hands grabbing your hips.

“You liked that huh? Kissing my brother.” He asked leaning In close his breathing still heavy. That’s it. He’s jealous. You couldn’t help but play into it. “Yeah, it was great.” You panted smirking up at him, you could see the jealousy in his eyes as he began to kiss you again. “Guess I’ll just have to top him.” He says as he began to make to your neck gently biting and kissing it as his hands found there way to bottom of your dress. “Yeah, Ima make you mine.”

[laconicenigma]

⁂ Bubba Sawyer x Male Reader

Hello!! ⍢ I’m new to Tumblr so I hope this is a sufficient first post… I love Leatherface!!

❀ ; Male reader, FtM, AMAB friendly! (He/Him) Reader is implied to be taller, possibly buffer/broader as well. He leans more towards traditionally masculine. He’s a smooth talker with a bit of Southern charm to fit the setting a little.

❀ ; Bubba Sawyer AMAB (She/He/They) Bubba may be bit out of character, I added in some of my own personal headcanons and such! A mix of their paranoid personality in the 1st movie as well as their affectionate side shown in the 2nd. Hope you like! ◡̈

⁂ Headcanons

It doesn’t take that much to swoon Bubba.

She succumbs so easily to a bit of flirting, as we can see from the 2nd movie. A bit of sweet talk with a sprinkle of pet names and suddenly she’s a big, squealing mess.

The whole Sawyer family is wildly eccentric, so you don’t have too much to worry about in regards to their acceptance. Sure, you’d most likely be a popular joke in the household but it’s nothing worse than what they give each other. Given the time of the film, the most you’d have to worry about would be the public’s opinion about you and your dangerous lover; but let’s just assume that they don’t get the chance to know about y’all.

On a similar note, your sex and gender don’t matter to Bubba all that much. He clearly has unique ways of expressing himself, and he knows it (because of all the teasing his brothers do). He wouldn’t find his feelings for a man to be weird or anything of the sort; though he’d still probably be surprised at the fact. Don’t worry your pretty little head though, Bubba is the furthest thing from judgmental.

The surprise would just be because they’ve always been more into femininity. Both in the way the dress themselves, to the people they’re attracted to— Bubba’s just always loved to indulge in more womanly things. But that doesn’t eliminate you from having a chance, not at all!

The second you sweet talk him with your smooth voice, he’s on the damn floor.

Bubba didn’t have to fortune of receiving affection while she grew up. She’s most likely been isolated from regular society her whole life, and we know damn well the Sawyer’s aren’t known for their loving nature. Take your hands and just gently graze her face a little, or tell her how sweet she is and how much you love her, she’s all yours.

Even just some basic manners will get you a long way with Bubba. They yearn for some sort of human interaction that isn’t clouded with blood and the hum of a chainsaw, don’t blame them! A ‘Thank you’ will keep them giddy for weeks on end.

Trying to shift to a more realistic perspective, though, you’d have to be one sweet son of a bitch to get the Sawyer’s to spare you.

We saw how Bubba eventually folded under the pressures of his families demands when it came to Stretch, even though he liked her quite a bit. If you even want to get close to the point of Bubba stepping in to protect you, you are gonna have to be the smoothest and most charming man he’s ever met (which isn’t very hard, but still). No trying to fight or escape like Stretch, though you’d probably meet Bubba on different circumstances anyways.

⁂ Scenario

‘Oh, god damn!’ Was the only thought that seemed to run through your head at the moment. Wrist pressed against your forehead and sweat dripping down your lips, an exasperated sigh fell from your dry mouth. It was moments like these that made you regret fixin’ up such an old girl to be your car; she could be a bit unreliable.

It’s not like it was the car’s fault, no, you should’ve known you were runnin’ out of fuel just from how long you’d been driving. But, damn, you really needed to fix up that faulty fuel gauge. Always having to be on edge when you traveled, since you didn’t know when your gas was going to run out. Shit, what was even wrong with it?

The sun was burning your skin, and you needed some sort of help. It was only you out here.

After wandering around the unfamiliar area for a long few minutes, a sense of relief completely washed over you when a large farmhouse came into view. The estate was beautiful, and you could only hope somebody in it would be willing to help you out. After walking through the long dirt driveway, you gently stepped onto the porch of the home. The old floorboards creaked under your weight, the peeling paint bringing a slight surprise to your face. The home sure looked occupied, though not very taken care of. You gently knocked against the white frame of the screen door.

“Hello? ‘S anyone home?” You tried to call through. If you looked closely enough, you could see into the interior of the home. For some odd reason, these people didn’t close their front door. That either meant that they were home, or they were just plain careless.

You called out once more, speaking to the walls of the home in hopes you’d elicit a response. “Hey, partner, I’m in a real bad place right now. I-If I could just get some help here, it would be much appreciated,” a chuckle carried through your speech, though you were only met with radio silence from the home. “My car’s broke down and, by god, it’s hot as hell today. If I could just get a glass of water, I’ll be in your debts forever,” you held your tongue after you spoke, desperate for any sign of life within the home. You were practically dyin’ out here!

You were about to make your ways away from the property when you heard some booming thuds from within the building. You leaned into the screen door, squinting as you tried to decipher the darkness of the place. You couldn’t make out much, though you were almost certain you could see a figure cautiously trying to make it down the stairs— almost like they didn’t want you to see them. The person looked— and sounded— huge, though. With the amount of area they were taking in the staircase, alongside their heavy and creaking steps— this person had to be big. Without a doubt. Even if you could only make out a silhouette.

Upon noticing the mystery person, a smile stretched across your handsome features and you began to wave at them through the screen. “Hey, partner! Am I glad to see you!” You exclaimed to them, though the figure stayed unmoving. You realized that you probably came off a little strong, so you attempted to backtrack in the case that they had just noticed you. You spoke again, this time much softer and sweeter, “My car broke down not to far from here. Real sorry about showin’ up on your property like this but I could really use some help. Anythin’ would be much appreciated,” You managed to coo through the screen, an inviting smile on your lips.

The figure seemed to be trying to process the situation, not moving towards or away from you, though you could see their head dart around frantically. Not a good sign. You attempted to calm them from afar, they were your only hope at salvation at the moment. “Hey, hey, hey, now… Don’t worry, I ain’t here for trouble, darlin’. I promise,” as the words left your throat, so soothing and calm, the figure laid their gaze directly onto you. You could feel it. “You don’t have’ta help me, sweetheart. I can leave you be right now— but I ain’t a threat.” To speak to soft and so loving was something of second nature to you, but it was currently, unknowingly, saving your ass right now. “I’d just really appreciate a hand, if you’d be willing to give,” your desperation was painfully obvious. That seemed to be the breaking point for the person— in a good sense.

They slowly made their way down the stairs, the wood moaning under their weight as they stepped. Once they came closer, you were able to slowly make out their features. Their clothes looked dirty and old, though mostly concealed by a bright yellow apron— and they were fucking huge. Tall and big, extremely fucking huge. Though you two battled heights pretty evenly, you’d still have to say you were pleasantly surprised about their stature. You’d never really met someone who stood head to head with you like this. However, it took everything within yourself not to cringe at the mask they sported. It looked so— so grotesquely real. Like nothing you’d ever seen, not even at a Halloween store.

Even though it was grossly off-putting, you made the decision to not point it out. Didn’t want to scare off your only help at the moment. One of their large hands timidly laid against the frame of the screen door and pushed it open. They softly squealed in a pig-like manner.

Once the door pushed open, you got a good look at this person in all their glory. They looked just as grimy and dirty as they were when they were shielded by the screen, though now you could make out more finite details— like their crooked teeth and hairy arms. They refused to make eye contact, their body tense and frightened. They definitely raised a few red flags in your mind, and you couldn’t say they were truly all that attractive— but you still found them cute, for some odd reason. You smiled at their compliance, despite it all. “Hey, darlin’, thank you for openin’ up for me,” the words smoothly fell from your lips, causing their gaze to bore into you. They made some sort of mumbling sound, unintelligible to you. They seemed so utterly confused.

You gave them a signature smile, sensing their discomfort, and doing your best to alleviate it. You could tell at this point that they probably weren’t used to interacting with people, given the way they had been so reclusive. In attempts to get them to open up, you spoke softer, kinder, even more charming than usual. “There any way you can help me, partner?” You were burning at this point, skin glistening with sweat and your clothes glued to the moisture on your body. They seemed to try and subtly eye you, though they were extremely obvious— even moreso as they embarrassedly looked away from you. You chuckled.

They shifted on their feet, acting shy despite how intimidating they were as a person. After a moment of thought, they nodded a bit. When they looked at you again, you could make out a hint of a shy smile on their face. They stepped aside, willingly giving you a pathway into their mysterious home. You stared into their eyes, giving them a handsome, toothy, smile. “Thanks, darlin’,” You hummed to the large and timid person. They squealed a bit, joy taking over their face as you stepped foot into their odd home.

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Im gonna try and come up with some younger brother!Sturniolo prompts but they will most likely be more triplets and little brother based and not just nick and little brother based if thats okay

An example would be like the triplets come back home to Boston to find that their younger brother has hit a growth spurt and is now taller than all of them.

Let me know of request like this would be okay.

( i have really been enjoying your writing over the last few days since i have found you account. Keep up the good work)

Grown up.

Summary: your big brothers (Matt, Nick and Chris) are coming back to Boston for a week to spend it with their family. They get a big surprise when their little brother is not so little anymore.

Tw: cursing.

‘’Honey!’’ mom screams from the living room. ‘’Did you clean the boys rooms like I asked you to?’’ I come out of my room and into the living room with her.

‘’Yes mom.’’ I smile at her. ‘’I’m so exited to see them, I have so much plans and games for us.’’

‘’Aww, I’m so glad honey, it makes me so happy to see all of you together.’’ Mom hugs me and plays with my hair.

‘’You are so tall now; do you think you are taller than your brothers?’’

‘’Maybe just a bit.’’ I smile in her arms and then hear a car honking outside. Dad arrived with the boys.

‘’Gosh, they are here already. Go, go, hide.’’ I run to the kitchen to scare them, a little prank me and my parent planed. I hear the door opening and my brother voices greeting mom and I imagine hugging her and all that stuff.

‘’Where’s the little rascal?’’ says Chris.

‘’Who? Your brother?’’ my mom says.

‘’Yep. Where is the little minion?’’ Nick asks and I try not to laugh.

‘’I thought he went with you dad to pick y’all up.’’ I hear them all say no.

‘’Maybe he fell asleep.’’ Matt says, that sound like something I would do. I hear their footsteps approaching the kitchen, and when they enter, I jump and scream as loud as I can.

‘’AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!’’ they screamed even harder than me.

‘’WHAT THE FUCK!!’’ ‘’HOLY SHIT!’’ I don’t even know who screamed what, they all jumped and I started laughing.

‘’What is wrong with you kid? You almost killed us.’’ Chris says with a hand on his chest.

‘’Hi, welcome home.’’ I smile from ear to ear to them and hug the 3 of them.

‘’Hi… what a nice welcoming.’’ Nick mutters.

‘’That’s not right…’’ Matt says. ‘’Kid, stand up straight.’’ He pats my back and I do, stranding in front of them.

‘’I can’t believe it…’’ Nick says. ‘’HE’S TALLER THAN ME!!’’

‘’WHAT ARE YOU FEEDING HIM???’’ Chris says.

‘’I can’t believe this…’’ Matt whispers.

‘’Come on, come on.’’ Mom enters the kitchen. ‘’Let’s get your things to your rooms so we can have lunch as a family.’’ He pushes them outside the kitchen.

‘’What are you feeding him? seriously, I’ll have to start eating that.’’ Chris ‘whispers’ to mom.

‘’Nothing special honey, just home-made food made with lots of love.’’

‘’See Chris, this is because your diet is based on pepsis’’ Matt playfully pokes Chris arm.

‘’No fighting before lunch, go to your rooms. Hurry!’’ they all nod and go to their rooms. Mom turns around and looks at me. ‘’I love seeing my boys together.’’ She hugs me around the waist and I rest my head against hers. ‘’you really grew up a lot since they last saw you in person.’’

‘’I know. This will be a nice week.’’ I smile at myself.

[d4adf4iry]

~~~~~ Sunkissed ~~~~~

(Fluff, Grumpy x Sunshine, Opposite Attract, Age Gap, pet names, Fem Reader!)—— (btw we are 18 and Rafe is 20-21)

Y/N Rivers wasn’t exactly a kook or a pogue, she was just free, we went everywhere whenever. She moved from Figure 8 and too The Cut in just a second. She was nice to mostly everyone even the kooks who were assholes but she was very nice to someone who was far from that. His name was Rafe Cameron; Sarah Cameron’s older brother. She was known for being the “princess” of Figure 8, her previous boyfriend being Topper and her current boyfriend John B who was on “the wrong side of the tracks”.

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“YO! Rivers you comin to the bonfire?” the tall blonde haired boy said. I turned to his voice, “Do I have to?” You groaned. You liked going out and having a good time but you liked to be isolated sometimes. “There will be beer” the boy replied trying to sound convincing to the girl. You thought for a moment. “Fine JJ…. but one exception” you smirked, “What..?” JJ raised an eyebrow “YOUR DRIVING ME HOME”. You ran towards your bike kicking the stand and biking back to your house hearing his groans and sighs in the distance. You got home and ran up the stairs head towards your closet trying to pick something to wear, it was still summer so you wanted to wear something nice but also flattering. Maybe your makeup could make up for the outfit; people would definitely look at you. You were eye catching, many people watched you from afar and were always so happy when you were around. You mostly got looks from your mom and attitude from your dad. You picked out a cute dress that had tiny floral details on it. You did some light makeup and put your hair into a ponytail with a ribbon making a bow. Next you slipped into some cute heels while grabbing your satchel and heading out. It was already getting dark out and you watched as John B’s van pulled up, you got in saying hi to everyone anxious to be at the bonfire. Y’all got there as you said hi to other pogue’s and kook’s. You, JJ, Sarah and Kie headed to the kegs; a few people were at. You and Sarah were conversing when she scoffed and rolled her eyes glaring at something above your head. “What are you doing here?” She said bitterly and you heard him. You haven’t seen him in a while, he barely was at Tammy Hill. You turn around your hair flipping over your shoulder. You saw the man’s eyes trailing from your hair to your eyes. You weren’t gonna deny Rafe Cameron was attractive, I mean a lot of people found themselves tripping over their own 2 feet trying to get his attention. “I was invited.” he responded to her while looking at you. “Ugh you better not start problems Rafe cause I swear” she sounded frustrated. You knew they had problems because Rafe did get into trouble a lot when it came to the pogue’s and Sarah claimed herself as one even though she was a kook just like her brother. He spoke up “Don’t you have a boyfriend to find Sarah?” He cocked his head to the side a bit of sarcasm dripped in his voice. She rolled her eyes and looked towards you “I’m gonna go, come find me if you need anything okay?” she smiled then flipped off her brother quickly departing. You quietly chuckled to yourself and grabbed another cup filling it with the light brown liquid. You watched as Rafe walk on the opposite side of the keg stands watching you pour beer into your cup. “Hi” he says. “Hi..” you laugh in return. “How are you?” He asks coming around to you pour beer into a cup of his own. Watching you. Your a little hesitant “I’m good, I haven’t seen you in a while” you smiled at him, “Family stuff”. He seemed like her didn’t wanna talk about it much. I understood a little bit given stuff that’s happened between his family. You took a sip of your beer looking at him. You wanted to know more about him,some people said that he never really had hardcore relationships; just kind of a one night stand. He was interesting his cold demeanor and they way he looked at you. Someone from far away could sense his presence it was stunning. He leaned against the stone wall next to the table wearing a tight dark blue shirt and some tan shorts. His toned frame peaking out and his muscles hard. He was peering to the other party goer’s. His eyes suddenly found yours as he caught you “ogling” him looking at the pretty ribbon in your hair. He suddenly spoke up “You did something with your hair.” You couldn’t tell if he was asking or just making a comment, you opened you mouth to respond but quickly cut you off saying “I like it.” You chuckled. “I didn’t think you noticed” you smiled at him. “I notice” he smirked and you blushed a bit. You didn’t know how close y’all were till he was inches from your face.

“See you around darlin.” He got off the wall and stalked away, leaving you for a loss of words.

(PART 2?????)

[alexa-fika]

Instincts or Recklessness ( Marco x f!reader)

A/N: Here we go! The roulette has spoken again, I also have the failed Enel one in my drafts. Should I spin for a child!reader or a platonic!reader for the next one?

Dividers by @/saradika

The office remains quiet; the only sounds heard being of Marco grabbing different supplies to disinfect and bandage Reader’s injuries

“How many times have I told you to be careful?”

“Don’t worry, barely even fee-OW.”

Marco chuckled before continuing his work

“Even if I put you back together, it won’t do any good if you keep being reckless,” he said, taking a look at the cuts on her tail

“Am not, im always thinking one step ahead!”

“Which is why you’re always covered in bandages?” Marco said with a sarcastic grin

She simply huffs in response

“Im covered in bandages because I’m teaching them a lesson; I get hurt sometimes, but im always the last one standing.”

Marco sighed

“I get it you’re stubborn and won’t back down from a fight, but can’t you be just a little bit less reckless? You’re driving your brothers crazy; you’re our only sister.”

“Relax, I’ve got it handled.”

He stares at her with an unamused star, flickering her ear

“Ow! What kind of doctor hits their patients!”

“One with siblings like you,” he said, clearly not sorry in the slightest.

She glares at him

“I am an awesome sister, thank you very much!”

He rolled his eyes

“You’re an awesome sister who causes constant headaches”

“Gotta keep you on your toes.”

“If you could only keep yourself on your feet,” he said while applying a painkiller gel to the cuts on her tail and bandaging it

“Lean your head down,” he mutters

She dips her head as he applies the same gel on a cut she had on one of her ears

As Marco continued to put the bandages on her ears, his expression softened a little

“Please take care of yourself from now on; reel in those instincts of yours,” he says, not expecting her to listen to him

“Im not just gonna let people push me around. I have to show them that these claws aren’t for show.”

“I’m not asking you to do that, but please try to pick your battles.”

His expression softens, and he looks at her for a few seconds before speaking again

“I know you’re the only girl among us, so you feel like you have to prove yourself all the time, but really… try to be more careful.”

“They always look down on me for being the only girl, not to mention the way I look,” she said, gesturing to her wolverine features

“So, of course, I have to prove the wrong.”

He sighed before shaking his head and finishing bandaging her ear

“I know, but fighting won’t change their attitude… you’re still gonna be the only girl regardless of the scars you have.”

He sighs at her frown

“Tell you what, “I won’t stop you from fighting, but please tell me or one of our brothers next time you’re gonna pick a fight so that we can be there to help, make sure they don’t gang up on you, it’s okay to defend your honor but be smart about it, don’t let them lure you into where they have the advantage.”

“So I can still fight them?”

He chuckles and rolls his eyes

“I said I wouldn’t stop you, didn’t I? So you can still fight them, just do it smart for once, and if you go off in pursuit of one of them, bring one of us along; otherwise deal’s off, and im dragging you here myself, okay?”

“Okay!”

He smiles at her

“Good…”

He gets up and puts a hand on her head and ruffles her ears

“I always knew that under all that pride was a brain,” he said teasingly

“OI”

I was also thinking of doing this same scenario but with Law, what do y’all think? Part 2?”

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